Kingfishers in Common- a story for Sept. 11th
Today’s Blog is a scene (adapted) from the creative nonfiction book I’m in the process of revising–about…
Today’s Blog is a scene (adapted) from the creative nonfiction book I’m in the process of revising–about…
Every morning in Charleston, Oregon, double-crested cormorants greet the dawn. They perch singly or in pairs on…
“One time the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the sun ”…
Summer birding can be mighty fine on Morgan Lake, a few miles above La Grande, Oregon. No…
Running this morning before the heat of summer tunes up, I pause by each old barn along…
Close your eyes here by the edge of the Pacific Ocean, here by the fortress island of basalt cloaked in…
Long live the forest in all its glory of young and old, of dying and dead, of…
What is it to be free? To be independent? To be brave? A free-flowing river can…
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