As I approach the Fitch-Robert sugar-house, steam rolling out the vents; earth, wood, water, fire, metal and humans are working in concert and I hear gentle conversation coming from within. I bid greetings to Judy and Bernard and am glad for a warm welcome from them and the arch (fire-box) on a crisp sunny day....
I wrote this post one year ago: Frozen Genius The only thing that I would add this year is what an unpredictable and at times challenging winter it’s been so far. The first two photos below are from mid-December’s ice and frozen- clinging-snow storm resulting in huge power losses but incomparable beauty over five or...
The warmest days of summer just past seem to draw many to “the beach”. As much as this seems to resonate at large as the ideal getaway, I suspect I am not alone in not being particularly drawn to wide-open sunny expanses, often crowded with humanity. Give me the cool, rocky stream with dappled shade...
In my twenties I discovered trees as kindred creatures as a result of my interest in woodworking, beginning in 1971. I lived in Western Washington State and spent hours scouring the woods for figured Large Leaf Maple in what was then rural territory, namely the Sammamish highlands south of Redmond, now shockingly suburbanized. In the...
