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 Death Song |
 | Michelle Kubitz on Death Song |
 | Byungafallgren on Prairie grouse extinction |
| Jerry Johnson on Prairie grouse extinction |
 | Ray on Prairie grouse extinction |
| Jerry Johnson on Death Song |
| Michelle Kubitz on Death Song |
| Byungafallgren on Prairie grouse extinction |
| Jerry Johnson on Prairie grouse extinction |
| Ray on Prairie grouse extinction |
Dispatches from a Northern Town