Fred First
FRED FIRST: To The End of The End of The Book
The uncertainty and never-ending unknowing may soon end. For the past year, there has been no dry land on the horizon. But we may not be adrift much longer.To...
FRED FIRST: My Wee Musical Man-Cave
Digital Tones and Frets and Reeds: Oh My!A month ago this small room behind me...
FRED FIRST: Still is Still Moving . . .
We just don't quite know when the VAN will be at the door
THE RECAPThe storyline...
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...
FRED FIRST: What Was A Half Million Acres of Cypress Swamp
The transformation of the Missouri Boot HeelA year from today, I will be living in...
FRED FIRST: Creature Corner: That’s No Worm!
Hands and Knees and a Closer Look: It's a Tiny Blind SnakeOur 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...
FRED FIRST: Family Time – Black Mountain North Carolina
We recently spent a few days away, a few hours from home, with both our children (and one spouse) and two grand-children in Black...
FRED FIRST: Changing of The Guard
The seasonal gears are shifting. Can you feel it?Life transitions, day by shorter day, from turbo overdrive of summer to the slow uphill crawl...
FRED FIRST: Tending The Melodies of A Lifetime
The advent of the COVID weeks, then months, then years wreaked untold hardship and abnormality for humans everywhere. If there is a silver lining...