Near the heart of Eighty Acres you will find a bench. It was not a complicated building project. Simply an old picnic table board nailed...

Happy father's day to all the dads! This male red-breasted grosbeak has a distinctive and beautiful song. A metallic-like click, its...

Mention the word dandelions to someone and you will generally receive a visceral reaction. Each year homeowners spend huge amounts of...

Alberta Canada, our northern neighbor, is a beautiful place with majestic mountains, prairies, and many lakes. But now it is an inferno....

I always thought this bird belonged to the sparrow family. Wrong! It is a female Red-breasted Grosbeak Each year they arrive on Eighty...

Once upon a time there lived a very handsome green toad on Eighty Acres. But he was a lonely toad, and had often heard the story of a...

The spring flowers are in full bloom, shouting for attention, painting Eighty Acres in a wide array dazzling colors. "Look at me." It's...

The Scarlet Tanager winters primarily in Columbia and Bolivia South America and is scheduled to arrive back to Eighty Acres in the next...

A full moon in April is often referred to as a "pink moon," I was up early to capture this photo of the setting moon, but came away...

Traveling from southern U.S. and Mexico, the eastern bluebirds returned to Eighty Acres on April 1st. They are on a mission. Mating. ...

The Eighty Acres trails are wet with slippery leaves and mud, with patches of dirty snow hiding in the shadows of large oak trees. I...

A single drop of water from melting snow began its life journey under a sunset on Eighty Acres. It soon reached the Red Cedar...

My younger brother was my best man at our wedding, but the fog has captured his mind and he now resides in a memory care unit. A...

Each dawn and dusk the battle between day and night takes place. From east to west, each side struggles for control. Each side knowing...

How often have we walked past a simple pinecone laying upon the ground? Why do we become blind to the beauty in the ordinary? Next time...

Leafless trees, frozen ground and darkness covers Eighty Acres in January. No sunshine for several days. A grayness shrouds my soul. But...

The early morning sun highlights the wings of an adult bald eagle visiting Eighty Acres. In 1963 the bald eagle was on the Endangered...

During the damp cold night, the Earth Mother sprinkled hoar frost upon Eighty Acres. The frost hugged each stem, branch and blade of...

High in the sky above Eighty Acres, snowflakes formed. Each flake chose its own path downward as it swirled, danced, dipped, and finally...

Whether we call it a sunset, sundown, dusk, evening, twilight, nightfall, or simply the end of the day, it is always a magical time. A...