Fred First
FRED FIRST: Turning Points of Note From a Season of Change
First night: Middle of April: The sliding doors are open with nothing but the screens to filter the sweet air at midnight. The occasional hello of a distant dog or...
FRED FIRST: What Was A Half Million Acres of Cypress Swamp
The transformation of the Missouri Boot Heel
A year from today, I will be living in...
FRED FIRST: There Are Places I Remember
The Moods and Memories of Mountains
On reaching the summit of the long incline up from...
Within Our Grasp – Learning To Live With What We Have
We are coming to the end of many familiar and comfortable ways of life in...
FRED FIRST: Country Mouse, City Life / Growing New Roots without Transplant Shock
As soon as we made the decision in November to move to Columbia, calculating the...
FRED FIRST: The Glue of Community Does Not Age So Well
Living in place does not insure a lasting connection, as friends our age drop out of the picture. Will we experience new friendships close...
FRED FIRST: Where the Sidewalk Ends
Are There Future Fragments From Beyond the Pavement?
I thought of this 150 yr old farmhouse and the land around it as my story for...
FRED FIRST: A New Look at Virginia’s Old Trees
Herein lies a serendipitous reprise of an article I stumbled across this morning—exactly three years from its publication on Sustain Floyd’s website (from which...
FRED FIRST: Creature Corner: That’s No Worm!
Hands and Knees and a Closer Look: It's a Tiny Blind Snake
Our son was randomly looking through his photo archives last week and came...
FRED FIRST: The Onset of RINGXiety and Other Communication Hallucinations
Our expectations shape our experience. We know this at some level, and use it to teach our children to predict a good outcome on...
FRED FIRST: Leafing The World Behind
I mentioned recently that I am using a camera app on my iPhone called NightCap Camera. I made the claim that I intended to...
