In 2016, I slept outside under every full moon. It was my way of making myself get outside more and to pay more attention to the passage of time. It was a great, if occasionally frigid, experience.
an unbroken twilight trail
Ferguson Campsite
coyotes singing
my flame creating diamonds
Fox Farm Pond Campsite
crackling winter grass
“Camping out?” the neighbor laughed
my Two Harbors yard
sprinkles, pines swaying
guarded by the old silo
here where I grew up
volunteers snoring
in harmony with frog songs
Finland’s dusty grass
dawn after storming
the solstice means adventure
at Fredenberg Creek
JULY 20, 2016
river’s roaring lullaby
Caribou Campsite
my shoe fell apart
so I guess I’ll sleep right here
in Crow Creek Valley
the highway glows orange
Fargo used to be our home
Liz lends me her yard
owls in the oak trees
cloudless theater above me
golden leaves crackle
shoreline cedars sleep
before the winter sets in
Encampment River
frozen ink and self
snowshoe hare investigates
Silver Creek Campsite
The Someday Adventures 