Nature and the Ghosts of Thinkers

Nature and the Ghosts of Thinkers

Stone Pond and Mount Monadnock, old postcard photograph. In May 2016, I spent a weekend at Stone Pond cleaning and preparing my inlaws’ family cottage for Writing from Nature, my second annual workshop. I heard a new story from a neighbor. It’s about the...
Observing without a notebook or cell phone

Observing without a notebook or cell phone

I believe this is the Amphibrach Trail in the White Mountains. Resist the temptation to write or photograph as you walk through the fields or woods or desert or bog. When we stop and consider the right word while looking at the broken bird’s egg, we lose part of...
Squatter farmers of long ago

Squatter farmers of long ago

Sand plains near an industrial site in central Connecticut. In the 18th century, squatter farmers in central Connecticut tried to grow crops on sand plains. They failed, because the soil resembles the desert, and they abandoned the land. Particular plants and trees...
Fog, night, fear, and writing ideas

Fog, night, fear, and writing ideas

Fog rolls across Franconia Notch, White Mountains, NH. I took this on a solo backpacking trip. Have you ever thought that being scared and uncomfortable in nature might jolt you toward new ideas? People sometimes ask me why I go into the mountains by myself. I do it...
“Writers from the natural world”

“Writers from the natural world”

Light from Squam Lake reaches into the living room of Longhouse, Rockywold-Deephaven Camps The tag on our dining room table at last June’s writing workshop called us “Writers from the Natural World.” The actual name of my workshop is Writing from...