Matt SmytheNov 9, 2017FIRST LIGHTAt first light I returned to where we had last seen blood. A sparkling sheen of frost on the fields, thin ice on standing water, and my...
Matt SmytheNov 21, 2016THE RANGE OF OUR UNIVERSEAleida shot her first deer, a healthy 2 year old four-pointer, during archery season last year. It was her first trip into the woods as a...
Matt SmytheFeb 2, 2016GIVE ME TRAILSOver the course of a summer of running trails in my favorite park in upstate NY, I had pretty much written a poem in my head. When I...
Matt SmytheDec 2, 2015DECEMBER SECONDRight outside the back door a Plume Moth is gently perched on the siding. Unique, tiny, and intriguing, but out of context. “It’s...