Sometime twelve to twenty thousand years ago, this familiar boulder ceased its laborious inching along under a retreating wall of ice and came to rest on a south-facing cliff between what would become Mohegan and Nipmuc territory. I can’t see our future. I can barely see my own past. And this after seventy-plus years and […]
The barberry and bittersweet thin out as we get further from the road, replaced by ferns and hemlocks. Automobile noise is supplanted by bird sound. A flock of robins surround us and complain; “Tut tut tut”, a sound that has been perfectly described as disapproval and annoyance. “Don’t you try anything, humans.” Invisible chipmunks too
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(sorry, I couldn’t resist. Dunham Pond was for me what Walden was for Henry David.) -Bob Kortmann A few weeks ago, I received an email in my inbox from Bob Kortmann. Not all the emails I receive from unknown individuals are kind so I was pleasantly surprised when I opened Bob’s email and he wanted
