Category: The North Country

An Enjoyable Evening at the Adirondack Artists’ Guild Celebrating the Beauty of The Bloomingdale Bog Featuring a “How To” demonstration on the creation of birch boxes By Friend & Photographer Eleanor Sweeney Followed by a presentation & discussion on the art of painting Bloomingdale Bogscapes By Artist Stephen Horne...

When Life’s Struggle with Death Leaves a Blood Trail He lifted his nose to the breeze gently riding the first rising rays of the sun. Beneath October’s dank, musty fallen leaf blanket and balsam bough cover scent, the crisp north woods promise of snow filled his nostrils. Headed towards...

Show of hands: Who’s Ready?! Let’s Go Fishin’! Now, I know what some folks are gonna say. I can already hear the naysayers nayin; “But fish don’t have hands! All this left-handed fish stuff is nonsense!” I beg to differ. Of course, fish have hands! How else do they...

Tactics & Techniques for Enjoying Wildlife Photography Using Trail Camera Technology Full disclosure: When it comes to technology, I am the textbook definition of “absolute moron”. A sad fact to which I am certain my family will quite readily attest. My wife: “Hun, why did you just buy fifty-seven...

An SLHS ’81 Classmate Collaboration Featuring the World Class Eagle Photography of Peggy Ivimey Framed with Words by Dick Monroe ********** In A Land Beyond Lands Beyond Times Born Before Nature’s Habitat Heritage Filled with Legends and Lore Mountain Lake Magic Gateway to God’s Door Pristine High Peaks Palace...

Sometimes Against All Odds Nature’s New Life Prevails ********** I’ve spent the past thirty plus years working to bring. our family’s old farm lot back to life. One major component of that effort through the years has been slowly adding a network of ponds. Robin & I added our...

Life Lessons in Football, Mathematics and Cheerleaders      It was fall 1980. I know this because it was also the fall of my senior year at Saranac Lake High School.      Life as a high school senior for me was firing on all cylinders. I had a part-time job...

My Survivor’s Mission: Giving Hope Voice      Long I’ve been waiting for some signal or sign.  Finally, God has revealed my purpose. This is my mission. I’ve received my orders.      I’ve now endured fifteen long years, battling my way through seemingly insurmountable life and death odds, fighting my...

I May Have Been a Pep Rally Cheerleading Phenom, But My True High School Major Was Lunch Hour.      I didn’t fully realize it at the time, but I absolutely loved high school.  Many cherished memories of life were crammed into those four short years, including some of my...

Leadership isn’t always defined by the score. **********      It’s a play most Saranac Lake football folks besides me likely don’t even remember. It’s not glorified in yearbook photos. It never made any record book. It is, however, the one play from my high school football career that has...