I have always enjoyed woodpeckers, their flighty nature, their calls, their colorful plumage and peculiar lifestyle. The best time to see a ...

Today is crisp, windy, bright. Keeping my chimes busy with their lovely tones. After a soaking rain yesterday and during the night, the leav...

My approach to nature-- a bird, an animal, a flower, a tree--has always been intimacy, to experience the nature around me as deeply as possi...

I always come back from a watercolor workshop ‘seeing’ differently. When you are playing with paint, reacquainting yourself with the pigmen...

My recent trip to New Mexico was pimarily focused on writing, but I also spent some time enjoying the area history and culture. Sketching is...

In the past two days, even though I’ve had other pressing projects, I seem compelled to observe the male hummingbird in my yard as much as t...

My story about Rose Mountain would not be complete without introducing you to the blue bug. I am not a buggy person, but I did like this bug...

Clearly the most profound experience of my stay at Rose Mountain was our teachers, what they taught us about writing (and about living). Bot...

I’m bringing my blog focus back from New Mexico to Tennessee for a day to post on the male ruby-throated hummingbird who has claimed my feed...

My first and only encounter with a Steller’s Jay was brief but gives me a chuckle even now. What a comedian. Not only did he announce his pr...

We know them as ‘snowbirds’ in Tennessee, little pink-billed sparrows that come down to the valley when it snows in the higher elevations. ...

I noticed this splash of red on roadsides, in camp and on our way to the mountain meadow (see July 12 post). A western perennial with flower...

The table that sat in front of the cook’s cabin at Rose Mountain , on the edge of the Santa Fe National Forest, was a peaceful place to enjo...

Sometimes words aren't needed. But when our squirrel found his prize... and lingered to eat it... a voice then arose--"you mean you...