How humbling the eagle’s gaze. A cold wind, startled calls of would-be prey, the occasional blundering and curious human. The calm and...

What does the wind have to say? Does it have anything to say? Does it need to say anything?   A wonderful calm in a quiet breeze, the...

A little house aged and battered, white paint chipping under the sun’s gaze and storm’s tender rains. A hundred years of stories in these...