Early Between my feet on the yellow kevlarthe dog is curled on top of my extra fleece. Afternoon is just a smudgeacross the silhouetted horizonand the briefest notion of sunset.Racing…
A Tamarack Poem
October 24, 2023
October 24, 2023
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Fall Colors, Poetry
boundary waters, fall colors, poem, tim stouffer
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October As we approach Halloween everything outdoors seems costumed, disguised from its natural state and the theme this year not unlike the past is stark. Trees are giving up the…
Poem: Charcuterie
October 12, 2023
October 12, 2023
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Poetry
canoe camping, getting outside, poem, summer, tim stouffer
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Before uslaid out like favorites on a charcuterie boardare the days of Summerthat sometimesfelt so Minnesota-longthat they could never end. We must have lied to ourselvesthen and blamed it on…
Driftwood Sometimes, through the mist,I can see the lichen advancing.Creeping across granite slabsgreening in the shadows,transposing the hours andyears intomomentslostin the changingof the guardwhere dawn leaves thedeepest, thickest darknessbehind and…
Photos by our canoe trip Guides, Tim Barton, James Ehlers and Nick Jones. Into the Sun Summer days roll onunder the canoes.We push against the hourstrying tohold back the colorsreturningthrough…
None of this Happens Without Effort Camp is about prepand work and anticipation.There’s no running water,no light switches or air conditioneror heater after sunset.No roof over your head and no memory…
Boy, when the sun decides to show up in Ely, everything changes. When the calendar turned the page on April this year it felt like we might be done with…
Poem: Evening Meal Food for Thought
June 18, 2021
June 18, 2021
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Evening meal. Up along the ridge,rising like the guard hairs on the backof a sleeping sentient dogstand the blackened bones against the setting sun.Underneath the forest, that hasnot forgotten the…
Boundary Waters Recipe by Tim Stouffer Halfway thru Julya dance on lily padssunset, three-quarter dark;comet sweepingover painted night.Wilderness breathing deep;cattails, loons and froglingssinging in the breeze.Nothing needsbut a paddle to…