Rediscovery
It’s probably no secret my love for the outdoors started immediately, when I sprouted from a coppice aspen cut into the cool February air of Park Falls — claimed to be the ruffed grouse capital of the world. Since then, it’s drummed up something more than just a feathered fondness of wild and scenic rivers winding around hometowns nobody has ever heard of. It has become a way of life. I live it and breathe it, see it and feel it. I make my own life out of it. And most important to me, I photograph it.
Snowstorms blow through the Northwoods
It should come as no surprise that Wisconsin gets a late snowstorm every year. Whether it’s still officially late winter or early and mid-spring, it’s bound to happen. Even as late as May, spring can get suffocated by an envelope of January or February.
Arctic Ambience at Loess Bluffs
Right where the states of Nebraska, Kansas, and Missouri converge, there’s a conglomeration of arctic noise bound for the profound north. For now, though, that arctic ambience is found at the Loess Bluffs National Wildlife Refuge near Mound City, Missouri. Just west of the refuge, the historic Missouri River rambles southeastward to shape the state lines and provide a compass for migrants of the far-off heavens.