Struggling a Bit…

“Snow pelts my face,” the brass lead holder scribbled on the folded journal page. “Now and again, icy flakes sneak behind my spectacles and sting my eyes. I pulled the wool blanket’s folds up around my cheeks. In front of me, a dead white ash leans south against a pitiful specimen of a wild cherry.… Continue reading Struggling a Bit…

J. Long’s Journal

Snow globs slid from bobbing cedar boughs. Blue jays perched on the topmost branches of a forked shagbark hickory tree, but remained silent. The air smelled damp and heavy, due to a warm west breeze that melted the packed, shin-deep snow. The hairs on the back of my neck twitched and tingled beneath a sweat-stained,… Continue reading J. Long’s Journal

“…let me see your shot, please”

Four Sandhill cranes winged toward the River Raisin. A sparkly hoarfrost coated the short prairie grass, every barren twig and the magenta-colored cedar boughs. A crimson cardinal flitted across the clearing, then landed on one of the autumn olives that grew on either side of the doe trail. Ice crystals drifted from the twig where… Continue reading “…let me see your shot, please”