Read the Land & Listen to its Messengers
Brushing a sticky, silken strand from my face, I know my steps are the first, at least…
Flood alert in the high Wallowas! Wildflowers are surging, overflowing meadows, and crushing the headwater springs with…
From Glacier National Park to Oregon’s coastal forests, one bird sings its way into our hearts all…
Flute song spirals up into the trees along the coastal trail to the pelagic cormorant colony. Swainson’s…
Egrets like moon slivers Shine in the morning light Stalk the edge of eelgrass And the still…
“Dream only large dreams, for they have the power to fire people’s souls.” …
Bitterbrush fragrance wafts across Central Oregon in a floral, spicy, lemony, cinnamony swash. I love this subtle…
My mother and I watch an osprey circle the pond. White and black against blue sky. Powerful strokes….
Every step in the Badlands Wilderness is a cushioned landing on sand. Every breath inhaled is far from…
The beach is blue, as if some crazed artist had dyed every foam line on this spring…
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