“Bliss.” —Kathryn Costello Finn Road

Turkeys I hear vigorous flapping in low-slung branches where turkeys fly to roost, wild turkeys in a group. Would this be a gang, a

These photos are from Joe Gaffney’s 478-mile walk this summer on the Camino de Santiago, from St. Jean Pied de Port on the French

Grandpa Sweet face with a trucker’s mouth, made our Grams want to wash it out! Ivory soap erased more than filth. Taught us

This Konyak man from Nagaland was a headhunter decades ago, as evidenced by his facial tattoo, which marks a successful headhunt. The taking of

Great blue heron. —Stephen Into Ann Lee Road

“Flowers from the Garden.” —Melba Juez-Perrone Tahanto Trail

Shimmering sea grass, Sun on a calm, blue ocean, Morning on Cape Cod. Dune walk, Cape Cod. —Lynda King Bolton Former Harvard

through the orchard rows flurries of wind borne blossoms ​ fly like fragrant snow alert pink petals each translucent during dawn:

Darkside I sense edges The now, the end Feel it Embrace it One’s life touches both With in, with out Smoke Drifts