Scrub Oaks in Autumn

“Leaving home one morning in late October, we paddled through several lakes toward a high, rocky ridge where we knew [oaks] they grew. A storm had stripped the color from shorelines and islands, and where a short time before the maples had flamed and the hills had been golden, there was now no remnant of … Continue reading Scrub Oaks in Autumn


Fawn face, the expression a deer makes not when it’s caught in headlights but when it catches a human looking at it in wonder. The deer looks back, acknowledging not only its own terror but its own grace, and it shows off for a moment in front of the human. It flirts.” -Meg Wolitzer Below … Continue reading Fawns

Gold and Crimson

“The time of the falling leaves has come again. Once more in our morning walk we tread upon carpets of gold and crimson, of brown and bronze, woven by the winds or the rains out of these delicate textures while we slept. How beautifully the leaves grow old! How full of light and color are their … Continue reading Gold and Crimson