A sunny late winter day along the Little Spokane River.
I write flash fiction, non-fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from a short fiction piece in progress.
The wet trail smells like childhood and the sky is painted dark like death. Between the two, hanging from the horizon, burn the changing leaves of Autumn, and his life. Slog, trudge – pause to glimpse the beautiful, the mysterious – then slog, trudge and carry on once more. The trail seemed to be all that mattered, all that existed, aside from his thoughts … and the fire.
This former homestead provides a unique setting for natural wetlands.
Our September visit to the James T. Slavin Conservation Area provided some scenic shots.
A related post showing the same region can be found here.
With our second snowiest February butting up against a freezer-box March, it doesn’t appear a spring thaw is coming to the Inland Northwest any time soon.
With our second snowiest and fifth coldest February on record, the winter just won’t let up. Here’s our latest adventure in white.
Fall colors visit the Little Spokane River Valley.