Hands that see
Biking 100 hundred miles on a golden September Sunday in Ohio was a peaceful entry into the world of organized…
A personal view of life in a tiny village on a Maine island, with tourism and development encroaching. Quirky characters, an on-going nature log, and lots of insider reviews of what to do on the Maine Coast. Geographically near Acadia National Park and Bar Harbor, but light years away in attitude. Tales from Otter Creek, capital of the world and center of the Universe.
A personal view of life in a tiny village on a Maine island, with tourism and development encroaching. Quirky characters, an on-going nature log, and lots of insider reviews of what to do on the Maine Coast. Geographically near Acadia National Park and Bar Harbor, but light years away in attitude. Tales from Otter Creek, capital of the world and center of the Universe.
Biking 100 hundred miles on a golden September Sunday in Ohio was a peaceful entry into the world of organized…
A solitary evening in the backyard, very rare, no bonfire, no family or friends just stars, crescent moon and breeze.…
After months without writing, the words and ideas flood my mind, each yammering for attention. “Me! Me“ they shout, and…