It’s that time of the year, again, when the leaves fall and the birders’ hopes soar. It’s good news and bad news. First, the bad news: It looks like the conifer seed crop in Canada is not so good this year. The good news: Consequently, many of the northern finch species should be flocking to …
(This blog was originally posted in December 2012) It was one of those evenings, two nights ago. Half my brain said, “No way can you get that shot.” Another half of my brain said, “Tough, but doable.” And the third half of my brain said, “Better to live life as a wolf than a shitty …
(This blog was originally posted 8 September 2006) Some days are not meant for working. Today is one such. 6:28 AM. Dark. Head north to the bus stop. Challenges of the office tax my brain. 6:30 AM. Moon-roof open. Dylan crooning on the CD player. Zip across the architecturally spectacular bridge that spans the Cuyahoga …
(This blog was originally posted 2 October 2008, however, it seems appropriate today.) Actually, the buck stops any place he damn well chooses in October. For example, I was hiking down the northeastern loop of the Carriage Trail in the Cuyahoga Valley National Park this morning, just minding my own business, and that of any …
Around our house, Susan and I still get the occasional printed version of the local newspaper. Lots of unanswered, or unexplained words in that sentence, I suppose. First, we enjoy sitting around reading the paper, giving each other spoiler alerts about stories the other has not read, or making comment on the latest political stupidity …
(This blog was originally posted August 2012) Fishing the contemplative waters of the Little Manistee River in West Michigan this past week, I thought about my dad—as I often do while fishing. This would have been his 109thbirthday. It was he who sentenced me to this life-long pursuit, starting with a cane pole and bluegills …
Witt’s End 