Do you remember the 1946 Disney song Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah? The song reminds us to celebrate each day because there is "plenty of sunshine...

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...

This week a foot of new snow fell on Eighty Acres and the landscape once again reminded me of the Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder song...

A full moon over Eighty Acres whispers goodbye to the night and quietly slips away. #NaturePhotography #Wisconsin #EightyAcresPhotography...

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...

The Earth Mother sleeps beneath her white quilt on Eighty Acres. But even while sleeping she continues to share her beauty by casting a...

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....

Henry Ford once said, "Chop your own wood and it will warm you twice." By my count you touch each piece of wood six times. Cutting:...

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....

At 8:00 a.m. the first snow flakes appeared, swirled and quietly settled on Eighty Acres. For nearly 24 hours it snowed and when the...

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

Winter on Eighty Acres and the once bright pink, purple and red coneflowers have gone to seed. Frequently visited by bees, butterflies,...

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...

Winter on Eighty Acres and the Earth Mother carefully blends the colors from her palette. She paints the Red Pine's long and silky...

Before the Ring Necked Pheasant died it crawled under a brush pile on Eighty Acres. The bird's colors were a majestic collage of bright...

For over 100 days I walked by this foxtail mindless of her beauty and spirit. For just a brief moment this week, the early morning...