It's a beautiful place, this ridge where we live, and the walks I take from house to studio are often all the exercise I get during these busy days. Lately I've seen Orion spread across the tree line near the studio like Superman, arms and legs spread out flying. On a quiet night, when the neighborhood dogs aren't barking, I hear the deer in the field nearby, quietly slip away in the dark as they hear me walking home. The goldenrod stubble in the field from last summer's scything crunches under my boots and alerts them.
