Summers last Trickle

I needed something. A moment, brief as it may be, but just some time away. The media, the divided country, phone calls, yard work/bathroom remodel/travel/guide trips/Covid-19/plans for fall-  it had me dizzy, spiraling. I took my opportunity and hit the river, solo...

Last Days of the Season

The shadows fall sharply between the poplar and pine this time of year. Tamaracks have just begun to lose their light green color, beginning to transfer to a light golden hue. There is a definite scent in the air, a smell of rot, decomposition, not altogether...