Somehow I slept right through it...
Boomers & the day after
Tag: Sleet
Glazed
Here we hunker...
Not much
This was a strange day. Such is life...
The familiar confines
Damned if we’re not still makin’ memories out here...
Eighty-five degrees
Less than 72 hours into March, the high on The Mountain hit 85°F. I could get used to this...
Icy
This is The Ozarks. Even in towns and cities, these are country folk...
A photo’s worth
Those mountains are home to the headwaters of Crooked Creek. But that's not all...
Again
With nowhere to go, we could treat the scene like a postcard...
Shirtsleeves to shivers
This has turned into the most unpredictable, entertaining and bearable winter of my life...
North for lunch
I think we're all set...