My wife and I live in a coulee along a drywash, a meager contributor to the Mississippi River and yet a topographical tributary to the Mississippi Valley. We live in shadow until midmorning, when the sun finally appears to resume its work on spring, as an artist...
The spring of 2012 flew early. I remember my then one-year-old granddaughter watching the St. Patrick’s Day parade in shorts. Our family picnicked on a balmy Easter Sunday, complaining only about our mud-caked dogs who had snuck away for a swim at the beach. This...
Our golden retrievers Riley and Finn – the latter belonging to my daughter – are not impressed with the scenery, preferring to jump in the action. Riley buries his snout in the snow like he’s rifling for spare change under the couch cushion. Finn, who takes a liking...
To the contrary, we have not abandoned the summer cabin and gone south for the duration. There are too many extraordinary sights we might miss. Driftless Wisconsin in winter is quite spectacular. Stripped of its leafy pretense, the landscape takes on a naked...
I don’t know if I arrived on time or the crows left on cue, but the crossroad of events involves some sort of synchronicity that defies reasoning. Reasoning is best left at home for such occasions; left for our clocks, laptops, and logical minds. Children have a way...
Just because the leaves have fallen does not mean the show has ended. If anything, Driftless Wisconsin’s stunning beauty is accentuated, revealing limestone outcroppings, subtle contours of the land, meandering creeks, and other new vistas previously hidden. Deer,...
