Let me introduce myself. I was born on Eighty Acres and am now nine months old. This is my first winter and my mother told me we set a...

Upon an trail on Eighty Acres, I discovered scattered woodpecker feathers. I stopped, knelt and tried to piece together this woodpecker's...

Each winter whitetail bucks shed their antlers. It's then I become a shed hunter on Eighty Acres. During the early spring, I spend...

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...

When and how was this path created on Eighty Acres? Was it simply an old cow path? A deer trail? A loggers road cut through the woods?...

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

During my daily walk on Eighty Acres I was fortunate enough to encounter this doe. We both froze in our tracks. I was downwind of her,...

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

Just published. Seasons on Eighty Acres. A compendium of photos taken over 27 years that celebrates the Earth Mother's many moods and...

Just arrived! "Seasons on Eighty Acres". Over 120 pages of my favorite photos and stories celebrating each season of the year. A great...