Consider smoke as a metaphor for one's life. Whether it is smoke from a cigarette, camp fire or chimney, what begins in an orderly...

The young fawn's tottering legs couldn't keep pace with her mother's long strides and she stumbled and lay down in front of me on an...

On a hilltop near the corner of Eighty Acres, the evening sunset silhouettes the nearby city industrial park. Each year the slow and...

A rainbow like sunset provided a peaceful ending to another day on Eighty Acres. Thank you sun.

The hunters aim was true as the broad head arrow slipped through the early morning air at 270 feet per second. and found the shoulder of...

The trees on Eighty Acres have many voices, and they often speak to me as I wander under their outstretched arms. Sometimes their voices...