The cabin was steeped in an early morn nippiness spawned by a canopy of dank clouds weeping tiresome showers when our dog Howard decided to... Read more
Just beyond our cabin’s door the sun is strong-arming its way through a feathery overcast while the bay below does its quintessential best to masquerade... Read more
By the time you read this, the 25th Annual Kachemak Bay Shorebird Festival will be winding down.
After several weeks of intense sunshine showering the landscape with rays of cold so intense that the official arrival of spring felt more like stepping... Read more
Last month I inferred that Old Man Winter was behaving like a borderline psychotic suffering conflicting flashbacks inclusive of the peak of his ice age... Read more
Last spring I wrote a column titled “Something wicked this way comes”.