Talking – and Taking Accounts

By Greg Lecker Yellow leaves fall around me as I descend the switchback trail from Berens Cabin into the Grace Dayton Woodland.  Though past peak, autumn colors still delight.  It’s easy to see through the trees now.Morning’s first light breaks over the tree line and lights up the remaining leaves of the forest canopy. Looking…

Color Collision

By Mary Beth Pottratz The morning air is still nippy, but robins and finches still chortle short little tunes. A raptor kettles upward against deep blue sky dotted with puffs of cloud. A fiery skipper butterfly stretches its proboscis for nectar and dewdrops as it clings with its forelegs to a yellow flower. The concave…

Quick to Fade

By Greg Lecker The early bird gets the worm or the experience.  Backlit fog – “morning glow” – is our reward for enduring frost advisories this weekend.  As I drive through the parking lot towards Three Mile Drive, an overhead V-formation of Canada geese lead my way.  Wild turkeys explore the roadside edge.  Morning mist…

The Interlude Is Over

By Boak Wiesner Blazing colors of fall are in full swing this beautiful morning. The crispness of the air seems to make every leaf, every flower stand out. I find myself agreeing completely with Prof. Leopold’s assertion that the other months are merely a “fitting interlude between Octobers.” It’s gorgeous! In the brightness, the vivid…