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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A shipwreck. A volcano shawled in snow. Blue, glassy seas. We started our 60 mile journey from Homer, Alaska under perfect blue skies for a 3 day excursion to
Far off. In a field, I am running toward a river. My dog flailing at my side. Camera slung around my neck; snow crunching under my boots, patches of
I walk the river discovering a new direction where cutbanks have sloughed off and bending trees lean with a weary creak meltwater seeps up, whirlpools suck down and everything is
By mid May, there is no refreezing of melt water in the villages far north of the Brooks Range. Yet on one spring visit to Kaktovik, an Inupiat village
Color is a sort of medicine; when the sky is blue, we stay…but when the sky is exhausted, turns ashy & dull gray we turn away. some would
I was kayaking off Danzante Island, on the Baja Peninsula with a group of women friends. The island, located in the Loreto National Marine Park, is only a few miles
Haleakala, Maui You follow the earth’s waves, accessing the land deeply Ten thousand feet, the elevation of two Denver’s you breathe, walk steady, one foot in front of the other
I am an old woman sitting on the beach pink scarf holding back windblown hair a mother makes
Like failed planets and moons that have lost their mass, I too, have fallen into the sun. Amplified sunlight to the nth power re-quires re-calibration, a separate orientation. We, the
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