The first frosts always are the heaviest. I believe that is the result of all the open water at the river. Moisture rolls in off the Yukon that lies just beyond the treeline in the distance and sculpts a world of crystal.
It has been four months since I last posted regularly. Well actually, at all. I reached a point last spring when blogging had become a sort of addiction. The only way I knew to cure my obsession was to cold quit. So I did. I realize some of you were concerned about my disappearance. I regret that and hope you understand the reason that I had to walk away for a bit.
I do intend to blog again, only not so zealously as before. My goal will be to post on the weekend. Thanks to all of my blogging friends who followed me before; I’m hoping to hear from you again.