Author: Mark

A place of serenity and endless quietude draped with luxurious towering hemlock, framed by poplar trees and guarded by a variety of oak and maple sentinels.

Being of a sense that I take no delight in shorter days and longer nights, My challenge is: How shall I portray this, be okay with this?

The little things seep into our heart. Into our soul.

Fall is upon us. Monday, September 23rd, marks the first day of autumn. Summer’s done. Winter is coming. The bridge between the two is burning as brightly as the …

Early warning notices are here. Winter’s on its way. Stealthily losing its leaves, the tree across the street begins. No color change. I think it just likes to get …