Rocky was out for a while, exploring both the front and back yard. The dry crab apples from fall had wilted and been crushed beneath the winter snow. Now his interest had shifted to fallen twigs scattered by strong winter winds and to the lingering scents of nocturnal animals—as if he were the keeper ofContinueContinue reading “The Day Rocky Wandered”
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The Vortex I Didn’t Expect
I went to Sedona looking for something I wasn’t sure I believed in. For years, I had read about its vortexes, places said to hold concentrated spiritual and metaphysical energy. When work brought me to Phoenix, I extended the trip, following a quiet pull that felt older than logic. Sedona is overwhelming in the gentlestContinueContinue reading “The Vortex I Didn’t Expect”
Sandwich Marshland and the Misty Shores of Chatham
On the northern curve of Cape Cod, the Sandwich Marshland stretches like a quiet, living quilt of green and gold. Woven with tidal creeks, salt marsh grasses, and the slow rhythm of nature, the marsh pulses with the ebb and flow of Cape Cod Bay. A wooden boardwalk threads its way through this tranquil expanse,ContinueContinue reading “Sandwich Marshland and the Misty Shores of Chatham”
A Lake-Effect Snowstorm in New York: A Winter I’ll Never Forget
I have never experienced a winter quite like this. In the heart of the lake-effect snowstorm, central New York became a frozen, snow-covered world where the storm’s intensity left me awestruck and humbled by nature’s fury. The landscape was transformed by the fierce snowstorm, with thick snow covering the ground and creating massive snowdrifts. BlowingContinueContinue reading “A Lake-Effect Snowstorm in New York: A Winter I’ll Never Forget”
Rocky’s Third Christmas
Rocky is now 3 1/2 years old, and in dog years, he’s a young man—full of personality, well-established habits, and quirks. He continues to surprise us in the most delightful ways. It’s incredible how animals communicate so profoundly without uttering a single word, relying instead on their expressions and actions. I often find myself wishingContinueContinue reading “Rocky’s Third Christmas”
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