February 24, 2019

“There it was again, the prickling sense of standing on a precipice.” ~Lauren Myracle













“Along with 
rising 
and falling 
water, 
winter 
is the province 
of wind. 
When the sea-breath 
and mountain-roar
 bend the hemlocks 
of these
 hills, 
the birds 
hang on 
as best they 
can.” 



― Robert Michael Pyle,

Winter in the White Mountains