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It is silence, pervasive all across the land, which first belies the swing of summer into fall. As I walk along a dusty, lowland trail, the sun as hot on the back of my neck as any day of the year, I try to convince myself there are more months ahead before the snow flies. While heat waves slither across a patch of sunflowers, blurring yellow and green into an underwater-like scene, it still feels like mid-July. But my ears know better, and even though I can’t say exactly what it is that I’m not hearing I know that we...

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Don’t make me sing, damn you. I push at the screen of my phone in a vain attempt to activate its music app and begin filling this high-elevation fir ridge with a tinny rendition of Cinderella’s Gypsy Road, something I believe the grizzly bear who’s recently crossed my path will take note of and decide, as I normally would, too, that nearly anyplace is preferable to front-row seats at this concert. From his track, he’s a youngish boar, a few years on his own now under his belt, the type of bear who might be feeling his oats enough to...

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On June 6, 1981, Vermont’s Green Mountains were enveloped in steady, warm rain.  I woke to it pattering against the window of my bedroom, the swirly glass in the hundred-year-old pane blurred further by streaks of water washing down old cobwebs and the tiny bits of last fall's iridescent fly wings that they contained. I glanced out at the distorted world – a view cleaved by leaden sky and indistinct, early-season green, then came down the stairs of the farmhouse where I grew up two at a time. I was a week away from my tenth birthday, and a day...

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March 15, 4:27am. It’s one week shy of the spring equinox, and it’s nineteen degrees below zero. I wanted to drive further upstream along the Yellowstone River for the season’s first Milky Way photo, but the temperature keeps falling. I swing off the highway, tires crunching snow along what, on most years, would be a dirt road. This year it looks like a snowmobile trail. North wind slides grainy serpents of ice particles from the plowed banks across my headlights’ beams, and I wonder if my equatorial mount will even fire up. Twenty minutes later, it does grudgingly come to...

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I'm thrilled to announce that The Guardian newspaper has featured my Metamorphosis art in their online photo gallery. Please take a moment and look at their beautiful display by clicking on this link: Metamorphosis in The Guardian.  I believe that in the coming weeks I will have more exciting news regarding this work I've done. It continues to gain popularity as art the world has never seen before. 

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