Monthly Archives: August 2020

Made by hand

Posted on August 26, 2020 by Jerry Johnson

An enchanting history envelops each thing handmade, an aura that somehow connects us to the person who envisioned and crafted it. A pulse of the artisan’s life and energy is embodied in this handmade piece, and even though the artisan … Continue reading →

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Trailcam scouting

Posted on August 21, 2020 by Jerry Johnson

The last week of August is too early. The corn and soybean fields of neighboring farms are not yet a wildlife cornucopia, lush with filled-out ears and pods packed with beans. No hard frost has yet arrived to kill the … Continue reading →

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Stone deaf

Posted on August 17, 2020 by Jerry Johnson

Most of all I miss the birds singing in the early morning. Many other sounds are lost to me since my hearing faded and was gradually lost over the past 15 or 20 years: almost all music, the evening cries … Continue reading →

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Hitting 300

Posted on August 15, 2020 by Jerry Johnson

Death steals everything except our stories.   — Jim Harrison, poet, novelist, screenplay, and short story writer, from his collection of poems titled In Search of Small Gods. Hitting 300 The number took me by surprise: three hundred. That is … Continue reading →

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Catch-pen battleground

Posted on August 8, 2020 by Jerry Johnson

A bucolic scene: a dozen Suffolk lambs grazing the hillside beside their mother ewes, their gentle bleats and baas a sort of pastoral music, their leaps and head-butts so much exuberant frolicking on a rustic playground, their sleepy huddles in … Continue reading →

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