The Otter Creek Redneck
Something about winter nights in Otter Creek just settles into my chest and refuses to let go. Maybe it’s the way the cold sharpens everything—the air, the sound, the sky—or maybe it’s the way the quiet gets so deep I … Continued
There’s something so very primitive about a December night when the full moon takes center stage. No filters, no flash, no fancy camera tricks—just pure silver moonlight lighting up the fields from above. What makes this scene even more magical … Continued
Tonight, the moon didn’t rise boldly or flood the landscape with light. Instead, it teased me—slipping in and out of view, ducking behind thick, rolling clouds like it was playing a slow game of hide and seek. The sky was … Continued
Tonight is one of those evenings that remind me exactly why I love living here in Otter Creek. The November air is cool – and still, Dave Riemer’s corn field to the north is quiet except for the movement of … Continued
This was such a special moment — three Sandhill Cranes gathered in my hay field and and fill the air with their unmistakable trumpeting calls. Their haunting sound is one of the most iconic voices of the North American wetlands and … Continued
Last night, something magical unfolded right in my own backyard in Otter Creek. After the sky darkened, I stepped outside and was greeted by a sight I’ll never forget—the northern lights, shimmering in waves of green and hints of red, … Continued