He had always considered himself a peaceful man. Until, one day, came the leaf blowers.

The Joys of the Open Road: Thinking about why country roads and pretty landscape lose their charm on foot. It isn’t only about the cars.

Also from Seven Bends State Park.

Driving to Pennsylvania Thursday I went through the Shenandoah Valley and stopped for lunch at Seven Bends State Park in Woodstock. A bagged sandwich and the North Fork of the Shenandoah beat fast food any day.

New carved plaque. The little chip carving knife to the right is the only tool I used on this one. (Once the wood was squared and planed, anyhow.)

A jaunty little set of smallish (9-inch) cooking spoons. Or as I like to think of them, insouciant saucier spoons.

New on the ’stack: Between imagination and logistics. The difficulties of planning a 1200-mile hike, leavened with historical fiction, planetary science, and cute photos of my dog. Sticking to the point has never been my long suit.

Looking forward to reading this:

Sown in the Stars (by Sarah Hall) brings together the collective knowledge of farmers in central and eastern Kentucky about the custom of planting by the signs. Sarah Hall interviews nearly two dozen contemporary Kentuckians who still follow the signs of the moon and stars to guide planting, harvesting, canning and food preservation, butchering, and general farmwork. Hall explores the roots of this system in both astrology and astronomy and the profound connections felt to the stars, moon, planets, and the earth. Revealed in the personal narratives are the diverse interpretations of the practice. Some farmers and gardeners believe that the moon’s impact on crop behavior is purely scientific, while others favor a much wider interpretation of the signs and their impact on our lives.

Given that I was crouching by the side of the road 18 inches from traffic and trying not to fall into a ditch while I framed the shot, I think this one came out pretty well. (I like the palette, but I didn’t have anything to do with that.)

The narrow road to nowhere: Experimenting with haibun to sketch a walk through the woods on the cusp of autumn. (If I explain that haibun has to do with poetry, will that encourage you or deter you?)