Rob McCall

You can catch the sweet aroma of the awakening Earth in your nostrils.

Hear the exuberant spring chant of a male cardinal rising undaunted in the falling snow.

The blown-down spruce left a big hole in the sky, and in my heart.

Most of Us Can’t Tell One Crow from Another

There are always more life-stages waiting to be revealed.

There was a time when nearly all the earth’s fresh water was drinkable.

The bears are slumbering soundly in their dens.