Every winter about this time Daugherty Johnson gets the itch to dance with Mama Nature. They have a deal. She brings the snow—just the right amount, just the right consistency—and he turns it into something that makes her laugh with joy. Daugherty, like Mama Nature herself, creates for his own reasons and shares with an […]
This has been such a good day. I am well-exercized, stuffed with excellent treats, and hot on the trail of one of my more mysterious Civil War veterans. It doesn't get any better than this.
It's Sunday evening and sure enough there's email from Babs Young. This time she writes from Boyne City on, as she says, "this beautiful sunny Sunday in January in Northern Michigan."
Sometimes in winter one day drifts into the next in a gray sameness–but not this week. The light shifted, the texture of the snow changed, the icicles grew, twisted, smoothed. Every hour had its own cold beauty.
You’d be surprised how much is going on around here under the snowpiles. When I went over to see Wendi Wooten about the photos of Egypt, Terry was there too. We talked a bit about the book he’s working on, and he lent me his copy of Glenn Neumann’s memoir, Penny Pencils. Then he showed […]
In October Wendi Wooten's whole family piled onto planes and flew to Egypt. Can you believe that? I was so jealous. When they got home, I demanded to see the pictures and hear the stories. It was wonderful. It would, I hinted, make a perfect post for January when we would surely need some warming up around here. There were so many wonderful photos that I had to break them up into separate slideshows all linked to this post. Let us begin with iconic images.
February 2, 2011
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