Dancing With the Devil

Dancing With the Devil

A Photographic Moment: Dancing with the Devil Let me just say right from the outset here that none of what follows was my idea. But then, I didn’t say “no” either. January of 2017 in northern Wisconsin had all the teeth of a normal northern winter – storms, wind,...
On Assignment: A Glacier, a Legend, and a Hummingbird

On Assignment: A Glacier, a Legend, and a Hummingbird

Being a writer is not always about the landscape. Sometimes, the greatest thing about it is the people you meet. How often, for instance, do you get to meet a legend? I was on assignment for my book TREASURES OF ALASKA, trying to arrange a helicopter to take me up to...
The Singing: A Poem For Lake Superior

The Singing: A Poem For Lake Superior

In the face of something as beautiful, as powerful, and ultimately as unknowable as Lake Superior, sometimes the only place to turn is poetry: THE SINGING SOMETIMES, I HEAR SINGING. EARLY IN THE MORNING WHEN THE MIST LIFTS AND WISPS ITS WAY ACROSS THE BLUE-BLACK BACK...
The Music of Moving Water

The Music of Moving Water

Before the wildflowers bloom, before the return of the first robin, the first signs of spring can be heard in something as simple as the song of a flowing river. Nothing. Not a chickadee. Not a woodpecker. No wind through the trees. Nothing. It is March and the forest...