Fall Season

"Time don't fly, it bounds and leaps" John Prine Fall in the Wrangells.  Nature performs another crescendo.  It gets dark again.  The stars are visible at night, along with your breath.  The soap berry bushes have withered, while the cranberries ripen into robust translucent orbs.  All the animals are fat.  Everyday is crisper.  The air... Continue Reading →

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