I am forever drawn to a woodsy campfire late at night, whereby the smell of alder smoke permeates the air - my clothes as well. And within the embered-glow, the past meets the present...
Apr. 14, 2008
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River Bottom Campfire © Mark Boyle
Stirring the embers, whereupon the spuds and trout were baked-smoked and a few beers drank. The night sky was clear, the stars bright, the owls hooted, and soon it was near midnight. And all seemed well, at least in this corner of the world.....