Category: Houselust to Wonderlust
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Squirrel Splooting
Have you ever witnessed a squirrel “splooting”?  The informal word for a squirrel lying down flat is called “splooting”…Splooting is defined as the act of lying flat on the belly with the legs stretched out. (Source: Geography Realm) Perhaps you can see the squirrel splooting in this photograph that I recorded by the bird…
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Birthday Wish
I’m investing my 2024 birthday wish and willing Lake Champlain’s water levels to fall, fall, fall. Sure do hope it tips the scale!
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Kevin Raines: Painting Home
Birthday best to Kevin Raines (and lots of gratitude for bringing the wilderness inside our home while expanding our notion of homeness!)
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Crocus Time
Crocus are among the most notable and predictable harbingers of springtime, sometimes beginning to poke their delicate green shoots up in the late winter. Considered by some to be symbols of rebirth, youth, and happiness, crocus are the quintessence of the Adirondack shift from inhospitable winter growing conditions to more temperate times when cultivating blooms…
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Second Thoughts
Another unpaddocked post, unruly and wilding, but ultimately grasping at humility and even vulnerability… Beware!
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Anticipated Nostalgia
At the outset, this post was inspired by Matt Miller’s poem “Far Away” that found its way fortuitously to my inbox. An earlier draft of this post was titled “Scent of a Home” in tribute to his poignant piece grappling with the future departure of his daughter for college. I began by reflecting on the…
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Ready or Not
At the outset we bought Rosslyn envisioning a 1-4 year timeline. Resuscitate the house and outbuildings while rebooting our lives, and then move on. Ready or not, on we’d go. Tidy. Viable. Or so we thought. But our timeline stretched and our ambitions mushroomed. We became romantically involved and our perspective shifted, fish-eyed, and grew…
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An Emotional Relationship
Another patchwork quilt of a post. If you’re chilly this afternoon or evening, maybe you can pull it up around your chin to warm up? If I’ve lost you already — an emotional relationship? a patchwork quilt?! — sorry about that. You’ll miss out on a sailing riff on homing. Or perhaps a homing riff…
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The Art of Flux
We do not seek to conceal Rosslyn’s wrinkles with cosmetics, to shortchange her grace with pretense, to giddy-up her gait or hot rod her mojo. We strive to understand and embrace Rosslyn as she is, to nurture and encourage who she is becoming. In today’s post, a blueprint at best, I will endeavor to spotlight…
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Pirouettes & Silhouettes
From dancing hammocks to sunset silhouetted carriage barn and icehouse, this is a first foray toward lyric essay still germinating.
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Mustelid Musing
Willing unfamiliars into focus so that we may photograph Ermine, Marten, and Weasel…
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Eclipse & Balloon
From historic solar eclipse to a hot air balloon appearing to land in Rosslyn’s back meadow, never a dull moment!