Trajectory
the river doesn’t follow a straight line pulled by the moon, but roams like a coyote following root skin and scent. ice jams push sludge-brown waters (on a screaming path), […]
the river doesn’t follow a straight line pulled by the moon, but roams like a coyote following root skin and scent. ice jams push sludge-brown waters (on a screaming path), […]
The first call came from friends, standing at the murky water’s edge. Our cabin-house on the Copper was about to fall into the river. First: “the cabin is 20’ from
If you were a person, both young and middle-aged, wearing a white scarf, a white ribbon, or a white bandana at Katie John’s celebration of life, you were one of
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I took this photo of books on a shelf in an old remote cabin we explored on Iliamna Bay. The cabin was filled with junk; an old stove turned on
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