A few days later and the recent snow is melted away. Of course the forecast hasn’t changed, today the rain is falling and deteriorating the determined piles of snow that…
It feels like Winter used to feel like in the Northwoods when it would hang about in Ely waiting in the wings, waiting to catch us off guard. We have…
On Friday afternoon the sun left Ely for more southern climes I guess. The clouds rolled in and the wind picked up. Shagawa Lake has become, over the years, the…
The sun coming in the window woke me with its warmth. The cats were curled up, one on top of the quilt, one underneath, effectively trapping me. I wanted to…
This transitory time of year reveals temporary treasures that can only briefly be appreciated outside of memory. Cameras only collect these beautiful things out of context, and so with imagination…
Poem: April Ice
April 10, 2019
April 10, 2019
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Poetry, Travelogues
ice, poetry, Spring, tim stouffer, winter
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