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…
This is our home… Said the loon that your phone recorded, Said the black bear that swam across the lake, the wolf said as she howled to her pups over…
Beaver Dam The water on “my side” is down to a tricklefurtively crawling through the sticks and mud wall,up above, roughly four feet now, today;A flat pool stretches dark and…
By Tim Stouffer Pine cone crunch… is that a new Blizzard flavor? At the local D.Q. after a canoe trip, or the lego-like-walk to the latrine in the dark; hazarding…