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Back to the barn
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Beyond the Birch Thicket
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The glow of autumn
You’d probably be surprised at how many paintings of autumn colors I’ve attempted and then tossed in frustration. The weather here in November is tempestuous, to say the least. The sky will have big pregnant dark clouds and wind and sunshine and rain all in the same day. And the trees glow. I’ve seen it.…
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Milanese little shop of horrors
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Little Naches River
This weekend we rode our bikes over Chinook Pass, about 5200 feet above sea level. From there we flew down the mountain (on our bikes) and stopped at Whistling Jack’s Lodge, founded in 1931. Now a Whistling Jack is actually a hoary marmot, and they live in that high altitude area. One of our friends…