This morning, as I write this blog, my hot cup of tea muses me with the swirling steam rising from the mug. The steam seems to dance with...

Last night, I made an impulse run to the Fresh Market, just about a mile or two from the house. It was one of those trips that really...

On a cold, but clear February day, I made a hasty decision to make a short trip to the Okefenokee, for one reason: to capture the night...