Pale Forest

I used to dream of forests, asleep and awake. Dense groves of ancient giants, gilded domes of oak and maple, stands of slender aspens, bearing silent witness, swaying to a breath. Wild, hidden places where life seemed much more alive, at once intense and restorative. Where my outline might be found more cleanly within the…Read more Pale Forest

Clearing the Air

As some of you may have noticed, I have taken a long break from the internet. I disappeared for a while to devote all my time to my family, the holidays and all the hum drum activity of keeping several people warm, relatively calm (i.e. not injuring each other over trivialities or toys) and occupied…Read more Clearing the Air

Snowflake

Before the word snowflake became frozen in insult territory, compounded by the (shit)storms of 2017 and the year preceding, it was simply a word that, in my opinion, perfectly captured the wondrous, fleeting, festive time between Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year—my favorite holidays of the year. There’s something about this time, it has that special…Read more Snowflake

Winter Fades to Pink

Goodbye winter, hello spring? March comes in like a lion, but goes out like a lamb? Slowly we linger. The days, longer. The sunlight, brighter. A warmth to the air, dirt and water smells rising. Hopeful we remain. Could it be spring? Text and photos © M.P. Baecker and http://www.alightcircle.com 2017.

Natural Abstracts

My kids and I walked to the nearby pond a few days ago looking for ducks. Actually, the kids hopped, skipped, climbed, ran at full speed and cartwheeled to it, while I walked and occasionally prevented serious injuries as casually as I could. My daughter, so excited to share a few bread crumbs she reserved…Read more Natural Abstracts

A Birth in the Winter

This is my first blog post!!! Yes, a new beginning in the dead of winter. The major holidays are over, there is no longer a festive buffer from the freezing cold. The once pristine snow has worn out its welcome, it is now a dirty, semi-frozen mess and once easy paths have become icy, muddy traps.…Read more A Birth in the Winter