This last in the set of three of the Wintering Well reveals my desparate attempt to keep the paths to water and shelter open for my animals during this two month period of recurring snow storms.  The constant wind would...

My sister kept writing to warn that a "Bomb Cyclone" was forecast for my area in a couple days, and the temperature was predicted between 30 and 40 below zero.  I couldn't imagine that was the truth, and pretty much ignored...

Trying to record the wonderful vibrations of water against early fall ice has been elusive.  I finally resorted to recording the tiny "zip" of sound my boot created by cracking a thinly iced-over puddle.  I then took that...