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...

The hunters' guns have been set aside and now the deer face a new challenge of surviving the harsh winter ahead. Hopefully their fat...

Earlier this winter the Earth Mother sent howling 40+ mph winds to Eighty Acres. Like a heavyweight boxer the wind punched and jabbed the...

Early morning stillness. Coffee cup in hand. I watch the Earth Mother chase the dark away as her sunrise crested the treetops. She...

One month ago the Earth Mother painted Eighty Acres with the red, orange, and yellow colors in her crayon box. But her mood has changed...

Near the very center of Eighty Acres stands a very old giant maple tree. Her outstretched arms completely dominate the surrounding area....

Once each year the Earth Mother wraps herself in a brightly colored golden scarf. But seasons change and soon the golden scarf threads...