The locus of Jim dale Huot-Vickery's life is a remote cabin in the northern wilderness of Minnesota's Boundary Waters region. More often than not, it is winter here, a fierce, beautiful season that dominates all living things with its relentless cold grip.
Snow sparkles gold on cloudless winter mornings.
There are shell-pink sunsets. Stars glimmer among northern lights. For those of us who know this land, however, beauty is only part of the winter story. There are those long nights, those we rarely speak about, that surely and irrevocably shift the soul. Against this backdrop, Huot-Vickery writes authoritatively on the ecology of the area, poetically about the beauty of snow, and philosophically about winter's probing of the human spirit.