A fallen cherry tree on Eighty Acres became the host to this beautifully sculptured and colorful fungi. I attempted to identify this...

As the Eighty Acres sunset slips away and the first star appears in the sky, I give thanks for the day and smile..... knowing that just...

No doubt the deer heard and saw me walking the Eighty Acres trails long before I spotted her. Except for a twitch of her ears, she lay...

It goes by many names including: Jelly Coat, Flag Bird, Shirt Tail Bird, and the Flying Checkerboard. On Eighty Acres It is simply known...

Each summer pink and red coneflowers invite swallowtails to flutter amongst the Eighty Acres gardens. They sip the sweet nectars, and...

The fawn is six weeks old and mom is now showing her around Eighty Acres. Soon the fawn will know the exact location of every hosta,...

A click of the camera. A wary look. A cock of the head. No worry. All is well on Eighty Acres. Now back to my nyjer seeds....

American Gold Finches are frequent visitors to my bird feeders where they enjoy black sunflower seeds. Finches molt twice a year. In the...

Each April bucks begin growing their new antlers. As the antlers develop they are covered in soft hairy skin known as velvet. The velvet...

Each night the raccoon slinks, steals, lurks, swipes, creeps, pilfers, and sneaks around Eighty Acres. I now know why raccoons wear...

The hungry skunk appeared under my bird feeder munching on sunflower seeds and bits of suet. A photo opportunity? I cautiously...

Mid April and over a foot of new snow blanketed Eighty Acres. I believe the doe and I would agree. Enough! My 97 year old Swedish...

Seldom seen during the day, a scraggly coyote moves quietly through the snow on Eighty Acres. Coyotes are easily identified by their...

Framed by the setting sun, a lone silhouetted adult doe slowly moves to its feeding area. Tonight it will browse on plant tips, grasses,...

The icicle's fate is sealed. Tomorrow as the sun climbs in the sky all her delicate beauty and colors will melt away. But tonight she...

A week ago, a foot of heavy snow fell on Eighty Acres. The woods became dark, foreboding, and cautioned me to only enter if I dared....

Numerous snowfalls, winds, and rains, yet the dried maple leaf hung tightly to it's perch. Finally unable to hold it's grip, the leaf...

Skeleton-like trees silhouette the evening sky and say farewell to the end of another winter day on Eighty Acres. Thank you sun....

There are over two miles of twisting treelined snowshoe trails on Eighty Acres. Tracks tell me I share the trails with deer, fox,...

Two decades ago I discovered a roll of rusting barbed wire on Eighty Acres. I have taken numerous photos of this roll of wire, but none...