I have wanted for a very long time to see the redwoods, and a few days ago I finally did. They are utterly overwhelming. In fact, my first night in their presence, it felt wrong to take pictures or even try to tame feelings into words. So I didn’t. I lay down on a footbridge …
“Our compassion eroded faster than the topsoil, and when we began to notice the earth changes, the drought and the warming and the die-offs of the animals, the hole in the ozone layer and the epidemics of strange diseases that showed our own immune systems faltering, when we still had a chance to save so …
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The last couple days, watching White-throated Swifts slice the heat shimmer and smoke haze has been a cherished joy; the sudden, sharp drops and rises of the swifts match the landscape they call home. They defy gravity, something I’ve been fighting the last few days. Yesterday, it was 105*F where I was–20*F above average. I …
The time when I leave South Kawishiwi is 1901–probably a little late for a long drive through moose country. But I go anyway. It’s the turtle days of summer; they’re on the move, pondering the road crossing, journeying to dig a burrow in sandy soil, to deposit the new generation into the earth. Ducks are …
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