Be Careful What You Ask the Dead!

Which season do you prefer? I ask the Scarseths, whose lichen-encrusted tomb I’m sketching in my journal in ink, despite the Continue reading →

At Least Fifty Shades of Rain, or Memento Mori

Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. -Mary Oliver This morning, I came within a Continue reading →

Bewitched by Birch I

It’s the last day of August and, like the Sandhill cranes who’ve already hightailed it out of the Alaskan Interior, Continue reading →

Guest Post: Agents of Change at Two Rivers Urban Park

Nicci Attfield has really touched my heart with this important post. Thank you, Nicci!

A Matter of Life and Death

Holy guacamole! Today’s been one of those emotionally confusing, wabi sabi, wibbly wobbly, don’t- know-if-we’re-coming-or-going kind of days here in Continue reading →

Shroom Maundering

Rain, and then the cool pursed lips of the wind draw them out of the ground – red and yellow Continue reading →

Consolatio

Jorge Royan has floated off to his next adventure, and we who remain have much to contemplate about our remarkable Continue reading →

One Hundred Years of Fortitude

  Here is Aunt Marie posing, all purpled-out and feisty with a bottle of some fermented varietal from the Columbia Continue reading →