I have a winter ritual. I start the day cozied up by the wood stove, nestled on…
I will never forget leaning in close to its great, red-gold trunk, pressing my cheek against the…
We would never have saved the elk calf entangled in a barbed wire fence if we hadn’t…
Two kingfishers in flight weave the frayed fabric of the sky, repairing, restoring, and painting their favorite…
Every shortening day, the drama unfolds out our back window in the pine woods of Bend, Oregon….
The ancient ponderosa of the upper Imnaha River bears a ring of blue paint on the front…
When I set out to follow the belted kingfisher, I started with the intrigue of a definition….
Fire crackles and pops in our living room wood stove. I’m cozying up on this fall morning…
“Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze – On…
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