The woods are starting to look less like spring, and more like summer, even though we’re not even through April yet: the poison ivy has begun its inexorable spread across the forest floor and up into the trees. I’m not especially allergic to poison ivy, fortunately, but I do try to avoid stumbling around in it wherever possible. Continue reading
Seen from above (my usual vewpoint, given that I’m six-foot-four) a number of the plants just getting established in the garden have a certain drama to them. In black-and-white, the sculptural quality becomes even more noticeable. Continue reading
Although we call them mountains, the Ozarks are really just the eroded remains of primeval sea-bottom, lifted by the pressures of continental drift, then cut and carved and gouged by a couple of hundred million years of water and wind. Even in the greenest spots, the ancient rocks are never far away: the Ozark ecosystem is a thin skin of life stretched over a broken skeleton. Continue reading
Tonight I took a little stroll down into the valley below the cabin, just about sunset. Here are some pictures. Enjoy!