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Every year he drives up from Washington parks his camper on the land spends weeks watching the clapping of leaves in the wind, how the river goosenecks in the valley, […]
Every year he drives up from Washington parks his camper on the land spends weeks watching the clapping of leaves in the wind, how the river goosenecks in the valley, […]
Today I remembered when you wlere six, the first time we crested the hill that rolled Kachemak Bay into breath-taking forms, water & sky & blue glaciers, tall sandy
Have you ever found yourself walking down the street, lost in thought when suddenly you notice a flash of perception, such as seeing a reflection in a plate glass window…and
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
“When suffering knocks at your door and you say there is no seat for him, he tells you not to worry because he has brought his own stool.” (chinua
“Things are not always what they seem; the first appearance deceives many; the intelligence of a few perceives what has been carefully hidden.” -Phaedrus I hear the spring birds raising
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
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
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