Woke up before sunrise. Watched as the thin grey light of pre-dawn crept in through the window. Delicate gossamer casting strange static across the room. The woods were so quiet. There was a heavy hush that had a tangible weight to it. Continue reading
All good things are wild and free.
-Henry David Thoreau
I grew up in a small town in a valley between a river and a plateau on the outskirts of the Adirondack park. As a teenager I did my best to rebel against the confines of the village limits. We all know that in retrospect, almost everything seems better, but damn- I swear that it was idyllic- it was the stuff of all the best scenes of all the great coming of age movies combined. Continue reading