We report sometime around dusk, or perhaps a bit later - it is hard to tell here, where the sky is often orange the whole night through. The stars are grounded tonight. It smells like smoke. We walk alongside the titans on the horizon and watch them lay down, one after the other.

I was hoping to get the perfect shot for my winter fundraiser at the humane society today and Soleil frickin NAILED IT. This sweet and handsome meatball gentleman is available for adoption in northern Vermont! www.hsccvt.org/Cats#sl_embe...

Remember when songs would have a saxophone riff that would echo through the hollows of your soul? We used to be a real country

The tiniest fairy parachute I've seen. 🍄📷 #fungifriends