Many of you know this by now, but I’m currently in an Upper Peninsula cabin. I’ll be here for several months, distilling the 2021 explorations so many of you followed–and supported–into something that more closely resembles a manuscript. I’ve been up since early January, and each day, the routine and the writing come more readily. …
When I saw the Long-tails last, it was May; they wore spring: the colors of tundra muck and tawny grass that’s still awaiting vernal resurrection. They flew by day; they flew into the night; I knew this because during the eclipse, I sat at the borderlands—beach and Superior; day and night; the world known to …
01.01.2022: Duluth, Minnesota “Not a winner…not a winner…”–woman buying lottery tickets at the Holiday till. I was buying a large coffee, a large lemon-lime gatorade, and didn’t exactly feel like a winner either. There were several reasons for this. A -35 windchill; the lingering effects of New Year’s Eve celebrations, namely a bottle of sparkling …
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It’s that time of year: The Snowies are coming. And how will we receive them, these fellow beings departing diminishing resources? Will we welcome them with awe, love, respect—allow ourselves to become bewitched by the spells cast by those piercing yellow eyes? Or will we crowd them to take photos, trespass upon their deserved security, …
Charenton, Louisiana, shares its name with a Parisian asylum—apparently, the sanity of anyone who chose to move there was suspect. Maybe, that’s what drew me in. Charenton is within the Atchafalaya Basin. I wanted to know how it felt to nose my canoe into the country’s largest floodplain forest and the wildest area remaining in …
Great Egret, Rockefeller Marsh, Louisiana’s Gulf Coast. L
