I was sitting down by the Sangamon on my red Adirondack on a surprisingly “warm” (definition: over 50) February day. The pleasantly breezy afternoon felt like a real gift from nature for a weekend day in February, at least in these parts. In a very relaxed state, I sat back, stretched out, shut my eyes for a minute or two, […]

I’m sitting by the bank of the Sangamon in my red Adirondack chair. The River flows silently by. It’s 9:30 on a perfectly cloudless full moon night. The full moon night glows blue-white. A few days back, it snowed several inches; bright white snow still blankets the ground. The River remains partly frozen, but the ice is retreating as the […]