Today the crabapple tree's bold summer reds, subdued winter whites, and the early morning sunshine all magically came together on Eighty...

Hi!. I'm Tom the turkey. Take a good look at me. Come November and Thanksgiving, I'll be hiding and you won't find me strutting across...

Due to the deep snow and cold temps deer are exploring every type of food source available. Pictured above are an adult doe and yearling...

A brutal February blizzard with twelve inches of snow and wind gusts up to 40mph pounded Eighty Acres. Drifts made the roads impassable...

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?...

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

Evening sunlight touches the tall grass on Eighty Acres. Like a mop of unkept hair or an old man's beard, the wind rustles through the...

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

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

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:...

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...