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Love this spot


I love being out here.

One of my favorite places.




Fire and the Moon

I never know what I might see just by getting outside. I love the outdoors.

The moon climbs a little higher while I enjoy the warmth of the flames.

The moon climbs a little higher while I enjoy the warmth of the flames.





















One of my favorite pictures from my phone. The flames are reaching for the moon.

One of my favorite pictures ever from my phone. The flames are reaching for the moon.












No Foolin Fire


Happy April Fools Day from one of my favorite spots

Another Use For Our Christmas Tree

This afternoon I spent three or so hours outside. It was cold I suppose, it did get up to 24 (F) degrees though. My first goal was to repurpose our Christmas tree which I put outside yesterday. Actually, before I spent any time on the tree I started a fire in the fire pit because I knew there was a chance I’d get chilled. Then I set the tree the way I wanted it, leaning against the oak stumps.

Next I went to our freezer and retrieved the home made suet I made from left over fat from a large ham we had several months ago. I used a bag that formally held some Clementines and placed the suet in the netted bag. Now the suet hangs from the old tree as the tree leans against and old stump. The idea being that the suet will provide food for birds that may otherwise be hard pressed to find food during the winter months.


The fire was warm and helped to take some of the chill out of me

Then the tree itself, it’s needled branches, and the cavity of space along the ground, beneath the lean, will create some shelter for some smaller birds as well. I look forward to seeing some birds out there soon.


A Pop of Color

Photography 101.

I took this photo with my phone, an LG-D415. It’s not the best quality but with the dark colors of moist leaves, the greys of smoke and steam, and the time of day, I thought the glow of fire would work nicely here.

Color - Fire

A Pop of Color

In search of silence

I walk, in search of silence, somewhere near this place.
I pause and stare at beauty absent of human trace.
Stopped, I listen, hoping only to hear the snow fall.
Maybe the breeze as it gently teases the trees so tall.
Then the silence breaks, as a squirrel sounds his alert.
I smile, as I trod, in their space, wishing none to hurt.
The tracks below belong to the animals living here.
There’s proof of rabbit, fox, squirrel, bobcat, and deer.
I carve a place in the snow to sit neath an old hemlock tree.
I rest, I listen while watching this silent world around me.
The angles that branches make, years of running to light.
Nearby, the shredded layers of a sapling, an interesting sight.
In the hollow of an old oak, I see the cache still not concealed.
Distant, I strain to see through the thickness of limbs, a field.
Content with the cold falling around, I enjoy the seconds in full.
I breathe, and wish to see my dear, the moose, even a bull.
Minutes pile up but for once that is fine, for I’m at peace.
I pull drifting thoughts back to this tree, wishing it never cease.
Leaning on the bark, my eyes close, soon I’m half asleep.
Stirred by the inquisitive song of a black-capped chickadee.
Clearing a spot, I circle stones and prepare for a blaze.
Everything set, I get a flame, and into the fire I gaze.
At ease, warm, and alone, in silence, an old pine knot pops.
The wind seeks attention, as snow gently falls from the fir tops.
My bed of boughs shields the damp cold of the melting snow.
Cosy, I write, and think of all places, this is where I would go.
Light fades from the afternoon sky, and the cool gets cold.
I stoke the fire, and watch as a young deer, ponders bold.

Night falls and I wander a few paces to the hardwoods nearby.
I stop to stare up at the clear beauty of the starlit winter sky.
Camp fortified, warmth lingers long enough, shadows grow.
I wonder what is watching me as I huddle around the glow.
The night is long, just restful enough, ready for a new day.
Improvements to my fortress make me wish I could stay.