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…
Summer birding can be mighty fine on Morgan Lake, a few miles above La Grande, Oregon. No…
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…
I wrote this piece to publish in a magazine a few months ago and now I’ve made…
Sometimes you have to shake it up. Lie on your back and gaze up at the clouds. Turn…
This river is my happy place. I come here alone to the Imnaha and am renewed…
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