Winter Stream
Winter’s Stream
The water reflected a sky the color of iron. It was a clean, cold peace, and there was nothing left to do but watch the light fail across the tall grass as the last of the birds departed for the south.
River Solitude
The Last Catch
Marek sat in his boat, the cold pressing into his bones. The nets were set, but he knew. He always knew. The herring were gone, the cod were ghosts. The river, once generous, had turned silent. He pulled the lines anyway. A fisherman does not stop fishing just because the fish have left. A man does not stop rowing just because the water runs cold.
Winter's Afternoon at the Koi Pond
Winter’s Afternoon at the Koi Pond
A Winter's Afternoon at the Koi Pond. We spent New Years' Eve afternoon at the Birmingham, AL, Botanical Gardens wandering about the extensive Japanese Garden. The Koi Pond itself was…
Yes, We’re All Shivering, but There are Better Days Ahead
It's true, most of us in the Northern Hemisphere are shivering in our boots from the latest Artic blast or getting washed away by winter rains. But, there are better…