Remembering Ponderosa 58
I will never forget leaning in close to its great, red-gold trunk, pressing my cheek against the…
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…
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…
If you’ve ever rafted whitewater, you know the term,”face your danger.” Hold your oars firmly. Point the…
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…
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