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  • A Hidden Winter Waterfall Stop Near Mohican, Ohio

    A Hidden Winter Waterfall Stop Near Mohican, Ohio


    Trail signs at hemlock falls

    Some hikes are not about mileage… they are about stepping into a frozen moment.

    On a cold winter morning at Hemlock Falls between Malabar Farms and Mohican we found the perfect frozen moment. Luna and I explored a lesser-known waterfall tucked into sandstone ledges and forest. What All trails and trail signs claimed was a quick 0.3-mile trail turned into 1.4 miles (2.25 km). A waterfall stop transformed into a long walk along creekside trails. Quiet winter corridors where snow recorded every footprint before ours.


    Frozen creek surrounded by snow

    What to Expect

    The terrain follows the familiar Ohio ledges and gorge formations, where layered sandstone cliffs frame narrow streams and waterfalls. Trails are well-marked, with bridges, boardwalk segments, and conservation signage asking hikers to stay on trail to protect native plants.

    Today, winter changed everything.

    Both waterfalls were frozen into towering sheets of ice. The stream still audibly flowing beneath the surface of the second fall as we stood at its base. The first cascade dropped over the ledge beside a small viewing bridge, forming thick icicles along the rock face. Standing near a frozen waterfall that you can hear moving underneath you is something photographs will never fully capture.

    We encountered no other hikers, only the quiet of snow, rock walls, and the steady sound of water moving under ice.


    One Foot Bridge at the Hemlock Falls trail

    Trail Notes

    • Distance explored: ~1.4 miles (2.25 km) plus
    • Marked waterfall trail listed at ~0.3 miles (0.48 km)
    • Terrain: rocky gorge trails, bridges, short boardwalk sections, creek crossings
    • Accessibility: Not ADA accessible
    • Difficulty: Easy in dry conditions, moderate in snow or ice
    • Facilities: No restrooms, no trash cans
    • Parking: Small gravel lot, limited winter maintenance
    • Conservation: Stay-on-trail enforcement to protect plant habitats

    Ohio’s sandstone gorge regions formed through long-term erosion of sedimentary rock layers, creating the ledges, small caves, and waterfalls. These features are common throughout central and eastern parts of the state.


    The First Frozen Fall Surrounded by trees

    Why Some Locations Stay Quiet

    Certain natural areas remain intentionally low-profile, especially smaller preserves without infrastructure, staffing, or waste services. Keeping traffic manageable helps prevent erosion damage, plant loss, and litter buildup in fragile gorge ecosystems. If you’re looking for the exact location, feel free to ask privately. Always follow Leave No Trace practices when visiting.


    This year we’re working toward visiting every Ohio state park and preserve. As well as art sites, and outdoor landmarks, and hidden gems. I’ll be documenting the journey one trail at a time. Some places are well known. Others are small, quiet, and almost secret.

    Sometimes those are the ones that stay with you the longest.

    This location features multiple waterfalls. The preserve sits along sandstone cliff formations carved by ancient glacial runoff, a landscape that has shaped the Mohican River valley for thousands of years.

    The area is quiet and lightly trafficked, making it ideal for those seeking solitude rather than crowded scenic stops.


    Frozen Hemlock Falls

    Bonus Stop on This Route

    If you continue the drive back toward Licking County, Honey Run Falls in Knox County makes an easy additional stop. The roadside waterfall drops roughly 25 feet beside a short walking path, making it one of Ohio’s quickest waterfall visits.


    Luna & Axton in front of the fall

    Why This Stop Is Worth It

    Ohio hides countless micro-adventures, places that do not require a full-day hike but still deliver dramatic scenery. This waterfall stop is one of those locations where towering cliffs, groves, and rushing water converge within a short walking distance from the trailhead.

    It is an ideal quick scenic stop when exploring the Mohican and Malabar Farm region, especially for photographers, waterfall collectors, and travelers documenting Ohio’s natural hidden gems.


    Fat women squeeze at Hemlock Falls

    Accessibility Notes

    This trail is not ADA accessible due to uneven terrain, rock crossings, and elevation changes near the gorge. Winter ice can significantly increase difficulty.


  • Shameful Silence: A Transgender Man Living in Fear through Poetry

    Shameful Silence: A Transgender Man Living in Fear through Poetry


    I’ll tell you now, I’m not one

    who’s used to living in fear…

    Not often have I found myself this

    afraid… compared to how I have felt these last three

    hundred

    sixty‑five

    days…

    I refuse to

    exist quietly

    while the powers that

    be

    use pink gum

    erasers,

    white‑out, and invisible ink…

    The white man’s final attempt

    to remove their

    shameful history…

    erasing people like

    you and me…

    Can’t just agree

    their

    ancestors’ actions

    were disguising when

    dissected transparently…

    Instead, they’d rather

    take the spot of the oppressor

    in history…

    I know one thing…

    it could never fucking be me…

    No…

    I can’t go quietly…

    They have

    guns…

    We have

    whistles…

    We

    are being

    murder

    in the streets…


    Poet’s Note

    Written on 1/13/2026 by Axton N.O. Mitchell, this poem was written from the place where fear and refusal meet. The kind of fear that does not make you hide, but makes you realize how much is at stake.

    “Shameful, Silence” is about what happens when history starts being erased in real time. When people in power try to scrub away the evidence of harm with soft tools, pink erasers, white-out, and invisible ink, as if violence can be made polite by being made invisible.

    The silence they want is not peace. It is compliance.

    This poem refuses that.

    It speaks to the moment when staying quiet feels more dangerous than being heard. When whistles, voices, and truth are all that stand between the living and those who would rather we disappear.

    This is not a call for chaos. It is a declaration of presence. Of memory. Of not letting anyone decide who is allowed to exist or whose suffering counts.


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  • Day 22- Lense of Bigotry: A Poem

    Day 22- Lense of Bigotry: A Poem


    The rights of people 

                 Who differ  

    from your view of normalcy 

        Or worthiness 

                          are not a political 

    debate. 

    But for a moment 

             I’ll 

              P

              L 

              A

              Y

                      along 

                          and

                       pretend

    I’d waste my time

             Debating  

    stripping 

            the people

             of 

    Their 

                     Rights  

    But first allow 

                     Me to ask you this 

    if a specific 

    type of person 

                            doesn’t exist

    By your own words 

            Why would 

            You 

            waste your 

            time on 

            debating their 

                                   rights? 

    I’ll beg to be 

    The first to say 

                               It’s easier for the likes of 

    you 

          To 

          Deny someone’s existence 

    before you admit 

    You view  

              things with a  bigot lens. 


        Poet’s Note

    “Lens of Bigotry”  was written on 1/11/2026 for the moments when people try to dress cruelty up as conversation. Someone who claims a group of people does not exist, yet still wants to debate their right to live, to love, or even to their identity  .

    That contradiction is not confusion, it is a strategy.

    Denying someone’s existence makes it easier to deny their humanity. Once a person becomes an idea, a category, or a talking point, stripping their rights starts to feel reasonable to those already looking through a distorted lens.

    This poem is not here to negotiate anyone’s worth. It is here to expose the trick. To ask why some lives are treated like a hypothetical while others are assumed to be real by default.

    If this piece feels uncomfortable, that discomfort is doing its job. It means the lens is being questioned.


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  • Blackhand Gorge Winter Hike, Quarry Rim Loop & Canal Lock Trail

    Blackhand Gorge Winter Hike, Quarry Rim Loop & Canal Lock Trail


    Axton in a yellow jacket, sunglasses, and black beanie with the bluie sky and bare trees in the background

    A Solo Winter Morning at Blackhand Gorge State Nature Preserve

    In the morning on January 22nd, I left around 10am to hike Blackhand Gorge State Nature Preserve in Licking County, Ohio. I returned home after 4pm after a full day of cliffs, ledges, history, and unexpected ice underfoot. This preserve is a roughly 957-acre park in Ohio dedicated to protecting the Black Hand sandstone gorge carved by the Licking River. The gorge is rich in geological narrative and human history. 


    Black Hand Gorge Quarry Rim Trail Sign

    Blackhand Trail and Quarry Rim Loop: Ice, Ledges, and Views

    Pond- Frozen Cliffs Filled with bare trees

    I began on the Blackhand Trail, the main paved corridor in the preserve. This trail follows old rail grades and river views. Beloved for its more than 4 miles of paved path through narrow gorge walls and rock outcrops that showcase Black Hand sandstone.

    View From the Paved trail at blackhand of the frozen river

    The morning winter air was crisp, but the issue came in the form of an unsalted blacktop. The paved trail was covered in black ice, invisible in patches and treacherous underfoot. I moved slowly, croc junipers skidding, awareness high. The river whispering beside me as cliffs loomed straight up from the trail. Visibility was bright, but traction was minimal, a reminder that winter hikes require respect even on flat, paved miles.

    The Quarry Rim Loop connected to this route, passing overlooks above old sandstone quarry sites. Here stone was once mined for local industry and left behind as scattered cliffside pockets. These ledges and cliff views are part of what Ohio brags about in natural aspects at least. These dramatic rock faces that make winter light and shadow feel cinematic as the sun sits low in January. 

    Axton In jeans, a yellow jacket, black hat, and cunglasses sits on a down tree with fall leaves and bare trees around him

    Together the Blackhand Trail and Quarry Rim Loop carved a narrative of stone and river that felt good under winter skies. Even if each step on the paved trail required calculation and care.


    Ledges at blackhand gorge

    Old Lock At Blackhand Gorge

    Historical Echoes on Canal Lock Trail

    After the main loop, I finished the day on the Canal Lock Trail. A short off-shoot that brings you to Lock No. 16 from the Ohio & Erie Canal era. This remnant of 19th-century engineering stands as a block of weathered sandstone surrounded by leafless woods. A quiet monument to the time when canal boats and towpaths linked Ohio’s growing towns. 

    Axton in a Yellow jacket, black hat, and jeans stands in front of the ancient train tunnel

    Beyond the lock, the trail skirts through an old train tunnel. A rock-blasted passage used in the early 1900s by interurban railcars and linked to Newark and Granville rail service. The tunnel sits still and cool. Its stone walls shaped by industry, reminding you that this preserve holds as much human history as natural history. 

    These features, canal lock remains and an abandoned tunnel, give the trail a multi-layered story. Pulling you between river, rock, and the passage of time.


    View from ontop of the Black hand cliff back across at the Paved Trail

    Winter’s Challenges and Worthwhile Views

    Walking solo in winter has its hazards and its rewards. The Blackhand Trail’s paved corridor was closed in parts for construction through 2025.

    The Black Hand sandstone cliffs named for a prehistoric petroglyph lost to canal blasting in the 1800s, rise steep and unyielding above the Licking River. Today you can still read the layers of stone and river action in every ledge and bend. In winter, without leaves, the gorge’s angles and depths stand out in sharp relief. 

    Canal history, interurban tunnel remnants, old quarry outcrops, and riverside views all layer together into a preserve that feels alive with stories. These stories can be heard when the trail is quiet and the light is cold.


    Axton in a yellow jacket, black hat, and jeans sits on a cliff wall

    Why Blackhand Gorge Deserves Winter Days Like This

    Blackhand Gorge is both geological wonder and historical capsule. Its narrow east-west gorge, carved over millennia by the Licking River. It was a Native American corridor, named for a hand-shaped rock carving noticed by early settlers. Later transformed by canal and railroad builders. 

    Today, amid mixed hardwoods and spring wildflowers in warmer months, the gorge attracts hikers, bikers, and history lovers alike. In winter, it becomes a quiet classroom of stone and cold air.


    Sign for the Train Tunnel At Black Hand Gorge

    Trail Tips for Winter Explorers

    Prepare for black ice on paved paths in winter. Winter boots or traction devices can save your otherwise ruined day trip. Stay aware of trail closures or construction updates before heading out. Bring layers. Gorges can hold cold air long after the low sun rises. Plan time, winter light fades early, and even short sections take longer on icy ground.

    Blackhand Gorge was a solo day, a morning out that turned into a full afternoon return. I met the ice, river, stone, and the whispers of history in old canal locks and tunnels. There’s a rawness in winter hiking that feels honest. A preserve like this, carved by time and human hands both, deserves days spent learning its angles.


    Another View from ontop of the Black hand cliff back across at the Paved Trail

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  • A Poem to Remind You: You Are Enough

    A Poem to Remind You: You Are Enough


    You Always Were

    You are enough. 

    I know it feels strange.

    Love that is; never expected 

               Now true. 

    To accept a love you never 

    felt before 

                      And 

    H

       O

           N

               E

                   S

                      T

                         L

                             Y

                         thought you’d never see.   

    The 

            cynic when it came to 

                                                      love 

            A lot of us had come to be. 

    You always were; At least if you ask me.  


    Poet’s Note

    This poem was written on 1/10/2026  for my partner, Kelsey. Day twenty’s poem stands for the kind of love that arrives after you have already decided not to believe in love anymore.

    It is about what it feels like to be seen in a way you did not know was possible, and the quiet fear that comes with realizing something beautiful might actually be real. When you have lived long enough as a cynic, love does not enter loudly, it enters carefully, almost apologetically, and then somehow stays.

    I kept the language open on purpose. Not because the love is vague, but because this kind of love belongs to more than just us. Anyone who has ever been surprised by tenderness, who has ever learned to trust what they were sure would never come, can step into these lines.

    For me, though, it is always Kelsey; if not Kelsey l’ll be enough for me.


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  • A Winter Solo Hike at Morris Woods, in Licking County

    A Winter Solo Hike at Morris Woods, in Licking County


    Morris woods preserve sign surrounded by snow

    My Afternoon at Morris Woods State Nature Preserve

    In the afternoon of January 23, after returning from my Hocking Hills winter hikes, I made my way to Morris Woods State Nature Preserve in Licking County, Ohio. This was just perfect for a short solitary walk. This preserve, about 107 acres of mature beech‑maple forest, wetlands, and a small lake, was a perfect slow‑paced follow‑up to big gorge trails. A nice breath of quiet nature before heading home. 

    The area is managed by the Licking Park District and owned by the Ohio Department of Natural Resources. Morris Woods is marked by easy natural surface trails weaving through forest, wetland, and along stands of trees that feel almost ancient in winter stillness. 

    snow covered trail surrounded by bare trees

    Homestead to Albert’s Pond Trail: Short, Serene, and Snow‑Laced

    I chose the Homestead to Albert’s Pond Trail, a little over half a mile loop that stitches together forest paths, small ponds, bridge walkways, and plenty of quiet space to notice nature up close. While the trail is short, it’s rich in moments: wide, easy‑going terrain, boardwalk sections crossing wetter ground, and the little water of Albert’s Pond frozen and surrounded by leaf‑bare branches. 

    The snow underfoot held prints from deer, squirrel, and smaller creatures, turning the woods into a living page of tracks and tales. Here and there, snow‑covered trees dipped low, the bare boughs forming tunnels of quiet shade and soft echoes. The trail itself loops gently back toward the trailhead, making this a perfect winter afternoon walk when shorter daylight and cool air demand restful pace. 

    raccoon print in snow

    What Makes Morris Woods Unique in Licking County

    Morris Woods feels different from big trailed preserves. Its boardwalk sections over wetland areas, pockets of open water, and surrounding beech‑maple forest create habitats for birds and wildlife throughout the seasons. Ducks, frogs in warmer months, squirrels, and various songbirds are regulars and in winter, their tracks and calls make every moment feel like a lesson in attentive observation. 

    Because this is a State Nature Preserve, rules are clear: visitors stay on marked trail, no pets are allowed, and the focus is on passive recreation, nature observation, and quiet respect for habitat. 

    Frozen pond surrounded by bare trees

    Trail Conditions, Scenery, and Winter Reflection

    On this winter day, the light was gentle and low, shading the forest floor with long shadows. The snow offered a blanket of quiet, muting distant sounds and letting every crack of a twig or footstep feel more intimate. The pond, frozen, reflected winter sky like a small mirror, and the wooden bridges crossing wetter sections made me think of how careful design and nature can coexist without disturbance. 

    Wildflowers and bird species make this preserve worthy of return in spring and summer, but January gave its own rewards. Animal prints in snow, bright cold air, and a walk that felt like a soft invitation to pay attention. 

    Animal print in snow

    Trail Tips for Morris Woods Visitors

    Easy to moderate terrain makes this perfect for short winter walks or quick morning excursions.  Boardwalks and natural surface trails can be slippery in wet or snowy conditions so traction matters. Again pets aren’t permitted within this nature preserve, plan accordingly. 

    Frozen Stream surrounded by snow

    The Last Licking County Preserve

    Morris Woods wasn’t about waterfalls or cliff edges. It was about stillness and winter whispers, about snow tracks that tell stories and ponds that hold cold light like a secret. It was a short trail, but it was enough. Granting me a breath in the woods. A quiet reminder of the simple power of nature close to where we live.


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  • Marketing My Own Work

    Marketing My Own Work

    Daily writing prompt
    Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.

    There is always one task on my to-do list that survives every day intact. It migrates from planner to planner, untouched but never forgotten. It is not writing, creating, or even finishing the work itself. Marketing is a monster that haunts me. Photographing products. Writing sales captions. Uploading physical items to my digital storefronts. Prompting people to look, buy, or choose my work.

    For a creative business built on handmade objects, poetry, and intention, this resistance is not accidental. It is structural. It lives at the intersection of vulnerability, capitalism, and self-worth. This post is an honest look at why marketing is the task that never gets done. And why that does not mean failure.


    The Work I Can Do vs the Work That Stops Me

    I can make things.

    I can hike for hours to find stones, clean them, shape them, and polish them. Then I can turn them into objects meant to be held.

    I can write fifty poems in less days. I can design books, zines, rituals, and tools for reflection.

    But when it is time to:
    • post photos, videos, or content

    • adjust pitches

    • write product descriptions

    • decide pricing

    • post sale content

    • upload or update listings

    My brain locks.

    This is not because I do not believe in the work. It is because marketing requires a different kind of exposure. Creation asks me to speak. Marketing asks me to persuade.


    Why Marketing Feels So Much Harder for Creatives

    Marketing your own work collapses the distance between who you are and what you are selling. There is no buffer. No corporate logo to hide behind. No separate sales department. It is just you, asking strangers to exchange money for something that came from your hands, your time, your inner world.

    For many creatives, especially indie makers and minority voices, this triggers several pressures at once:

    • Fear of being seen as self-promotional instead of sincere

    • Fear of pricing work honestly and being judged

    • Fear of rejection that feels personal, not professional

    • Exhaustion from learning platforms designed for volume, not care

    The system rewards loudness and speed. Handmade work is slow. Poetry is quiet. Marketing does not respect that by default.


    The Photography Problem No One Talks About

    Photographing physical items sounds simple until you do it.

    Light matters. Backgrounds matter. Consistency matters. Algorithms reward polish. Handmade objects resist uniformity. Every stone is different. Every piece has its own shape, reflection, and mood.

    By the time the camera comes out, I have already done the hardest part, the making. The photography feels like a second unpaid job layered on top of the first. When the images are not perfect, my brain whispers that the work itself is not enough.

    That whisper is a lie, but it is loud.


    Uploading Is Emotional Labor

    Uploading a product is not just clicking buttons.

    It is choosing categories that do not quite fit.

    It is compressing meaning into bullet points.

    It is deciding how much your time is worth in a field that consistently undervalues creative labor.

    Each listing becomes a small act of self-advocacy. Doing that repeatedly, especially while managing chronic stress, neurodivergence, or limited energy, turns a simple task into an emotional drain.


    This Is Not Procrastination, It Is Friction

    Calling this procrastination misses the truth.

    The task does not get done because it contains too many invisible costs. Emotional exposure. Decision fatigue. Platform literacy. Self-doubt. Capitalist pressure wrapped in friendly UX.

    When the cost outweighs the available energy, the task stays on the list.

    And I do eventually get the background noise and tasks completed. Just not at the rate that I wish to or, honestly, that I need to.


    Reframing the Unfinished Task

    The problem is not that I am bad at marketing.

    The problem is that marketing was never designed for people who build slowly, feel deeply, and create with intention.

    Instead of forcing productivity shame, I am learning to:
    • batch marketing when energy allows
    • reuse content across platforms
    • accept imperfect photos
    • write descriptions like letters, not ads
    • let the store grow at a human pace

    Progress does not have to look aggressive to be real.

    The to-do list item that never gets done is not a personal failure. It is a signal. It points to where systems clash with values, where creativity meets commerce without a translator.

    I am still making the work. I am still building the archive. I am still here.

    Marketing will happen, slowly, imperfectly, in ways that respect my capacity. And that is enough to keep going.


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  • Crash Out, Breathing: A Poem About Borderline Personality Disorder

    Crash Out, Breathing: A Poem About Borderline Personality Disorder


    I giggle right 

    before I go crazy.

    I might chuckle to myself

    before I lose my mind. 

          Never making a sound 

    but reverberating 

    I

      N

          S

             I

               D

                  E

                              My brain 

                              Just 

                              The 

                              Same 

    This is how I know the crash out is coming. 

                        Echoing through my bones 

                        Like a chill 

    I use this moment

    B

      R

         E

            A

               T

                  H

                     E

                                In, calm again 

                                and no one knew a thing.


    Poet’s Note

    This poem was written on 1/09/2026 while reflecting on the thin space right before everything tips. The moment when your body knows something is about to break, even if the world around you sees nothing. I was referencing the stopped BPD splitting with controlled breathing and willpower. However, this could reference any different type of mental illness that sends you into something outside of your normal. 

    For me, this moment often comes with a strange laugh, or a quiet giggle. The nervous echo before a split, a spiral, or a panic surge takes over. It is the warning bell my nervous system rings when I am about to lose myself.

    Instead of letting it crash, I try to let it breathe. 

    The more I do breathing work. The more I work at it, the more successful of a tool it is, for me.

    That breath is not always peaceful, though; it is a decision. A small, private act of staying true to me. The kind no one claps for, because no one even knows it happened.

    This poem is for anyone who has ever held themselves together in silence, who felt the wave rising and chose, just for that moment, to stay upright.


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  • Buckeye Lake Dam Trail Winter Walk with Luna,

    Buckeye Lake Dam Trail Winter Walk with Luna,

    Sign at the start of the bike trail at buvkeye lake

    A Late Afternoon Walk Around Buckeye Lake with Luna

    After a day of winter hikes on January 23, I picked up Luna and headed to the Buckeye Lake Dam Bike Trail. This is a scenic paved loop beside Buckeye Lake in central Ohio. The trail follows the top of the Buckeye Lake Dam and shoreline path. It offers panoramic views of the reservoir and winter skies on a quiet Friday stroll. 

    Buckeye Lake, was created in the early 19th century as the Licking Summit Reservoir. Built to support the Ohio and Erie Canal. It sits in Fairfield, Licking, and Perry counties. Today it is known as both a historic waterway and a recreational lake.

    Luna a red nosed pitbull walking in her winter jacket and snow boots

    The Buckeye Lake Dam Bike Trail Experience

    The Buckeye Lake Dam Bike Trail is about 4.1 miles long, paved, and designed for both walkers and cyclists. On this winter afternoon, Luna and I walked about 1/4th of it. I spent my time here appreciating the cold, crisp air and the skyline view of the lake.

    You can glimpse water stretching wide, bordered by lakeside homes and wetlands that draw local wildlife, even in winter’s quiet. 

    Docks and ice on a frozen lake

    Winter Ice, Open Water, and Why That Matters

    On this January walk we saw large stretches of unfrozen water near the shoreline and docks. Many lakes in Ohio, including Buckeye Lake, have yearly reports of unsafe ice conditions leading to rescue calls and hypothermia risk. At times when ice isn’t fully formed people or pets have fallen through thin ice. 

    Local authorities monitor ice thickness for ice fishing and boating safety. Though, conditions can change quickly, always check current ice thickness advisories before venturing out. 

    Sun high in the sky partially cloud covered with a half frozen lake

    Trail Vibe with Luna: Quiet Water, Wind, and Tracks

    Walking the trail with Luna was peaceful. The wind on the lake’s surface moved cold ripples rather than creating it’s normal waves. The paved path beneath our feet was cleared of snow and ice. However, the low winter sun cast long shadows over the trail’s curves and lake edges. Open water makes for dramatic sky reflections and unexpected wildlife sightings. Winter brings its own kind of life to cold days. 

    Luna pulled at the occasional scent, alert to waterfowl. a distant train whistle echoed along the shorelines near Buckeye Lake Village. This mix of trail, water, open space, and quiet winter light made for a satisfying end‑of‑day walk.

    Axton in a yellow coat and black hat luna the rednosed pitbull in a blue jacket with blue sky and white clouds behind

    Why Winter Safety Matters at the Lake

    While reservoirs are beautiful in winter, they demand caution.

    Ice conditions vary with depth, flow, and temperature. Thin ice can’t support weight and can collapse suddenly.  Hypothermia risk is high when cold water hits exposed skin. Knowing ice and lake safety matters to the risks you take when navigating nature in the winter.

    Even on trails, winds from open water can turn cold quickly, making layered clothing, good boots, and awareness essential.

    The Buckeye Lake Dam Bike Trail walk with Luna wasn’t about distance, it was about stillness and attention. The open water in the cold and the quiet knowledge that winter beauty must always be met with respect. Buckeye Lake holds history in its water and shoreline, and in winter it reminds you that water can be both mirror and mystery.


    Have you been to Buckeye Lake in the winter? What local lake do you often visit in the winter? What do you enjoy most about winter lake walks? Tell me all about your winter wonders in the comments and share with someone else who loves winter walking.


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  • I Like to Read, You Like to Watch the Life Drain Out of a Person- spotlight

    I Like to Read, You Like to Watch the Life Drain Out of a Person- spotlight


    I Like to Read, You Like to Watch the Life Drain Out of a Person is a 56-poem collection. This was written between late 2024 and early 2025. The poems here confront mental health, identity, pain, resilience, and the complexities of existence. All of these are written from the perspective of a transgender man navigating life in Ohio.


    Content Warnings

    This collection contains references to suicidal ideation, sexual abuse, childhood trauma, emotional inability to regulate, identity struggle, internalized rage, dissociation, mental illness including borderline personality disorder, self-harm, self-erasure, PTSD, panic, and depersonalization. This work is not softened; it is shadow work in its darkest and barest form.


    Why Read This Collection

    These poems bleed, scream, and name what was never supposed to be spoken. This collection is for readers prepared to engage with shadow work, emotional truth, and the survival of a human being facing immense struggle. Each poem invites reflection, awareness, and empathy.


    Where to Read or Purchase

    Free Samplers on wattpad, quotev, and booksie.

    Purchase Links: Payhip. Gumroad. Etsy. Amazon. Google play.

    Trade or Barter form. Review form. Questions comments concerns?


    Poeaxtry Links. Portfolio. Prompted.


    "I Like to Read: You Like tio watch the Life Drain Out of A Person" Original poetry wrtten by Axton N.O. Mitchell