It was chaos up in the spruces out back yesterday. There is a colony of red-winged blackbirds living up there somewhere in the high branches. Mid-afternoon a raiding party of crows showed up, creating havoc. The blackbirds did not take this sitting down. The whole… Read More
This super-fantastic omelet tastes best if you’ve foraged the morels and ramps yourself (just sayin’). If you find some morels at a farmer’s market, they’ll be fine too, although you may need to take out a small bank loan to buy some. Please do not… Read More
After walking The Partners yesterday evening, I thought I’d take out the garbage and the recycling as pick-up is this morning. As I pulled out the garbage bin, I notice something unusual tucked in the corner by the fence…. Sorry for the picture quality. It… Read More
I went for a drive this morning up to – oh I forget the name of the place – to do a little scouting in anticipation of morel season. I went for a long hike, looking for likely spots, but I didn’t expect to find… Read More
I took The Partners down to the lake today. I didn’t expect I’d be able to let them go for a swim after all the rain – usually a rainstorm makes the lake pretty gungy for a few days. To my surprise, it was very… Read More
Squid make an easy and delicious dinner. Let your local fishmonger clean the squid for you….but buy whole squid not those frozen calamari rings. Slice them, rinse them and pat them dry with paper towels. This was a two-pan dish. In one I caramelized some… Read More
Here’s a studio sneak peak. This work, called Switchback, is acrylic on masonite. It’s about 2 feet tall, and it floats a little away from the wall.
Rock Salt & Nails was written by the late great U. Utah Phillips, the Golden Voice of the Great Southwest. It’s a seriously haunting song. Here are a few different versions…. Let’s start with The Local Honeys. Joe Ely… John Martyn…
Hard to stop watching this….
The other day East Texas Red called the tag alder the trout’s best friend. It has other names – speckled alder, grey alder, hazel alder, hoary alder and mountain alder – but every trout fisherman I know calls them tag alders, sometimes with an expletive… Read More
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