Clear blue sky, but the thermometer read 5 degrees and a raw 10 mile-per-hour wind was blowing. We went for a January morning walk anyway. The bite of an Arctic wind on face and hands is our admission fee to witness the beauty of the North Country in winter.
 | Jerry Johnson on Tombstones |
| Jerry Johnson on Newton’s Third Law |
 | Karla G on Newton’s Third Law |
| Jerry Johnson on Senior hunting camp |
 | Anonymous on Senior hunting camp |
| Jerry Johnson on Tombstones |
| Jerry Johnson on Newton’s Third Law |
| Karla G on Newton’s Third Law |
| Jerry Johnson on Senior hunting camp |
| Anonymous on Senior hunting camp |
Dispatches from a Northern Town