Cruel Boots
Boots. They aren’t all made for walking. Continue reading
Boots. They aren’t all made for walking. Continue reading
I took this photo of the Colorado River in January, 2008. I was with my friend Laura, starting out not long after dawn from the bottom of the Grand Canyon. It would take us till mid-afternoon to hike up Bright Angel Trail to the rim. In January, 2019, Laura and… Continue reading
I write all the time I don’t mean all the blabbery on social media. I’m talking real writing — at least by my definition of “real”. Stories. I stopped writing them a long time ago but now I do again. Why? Don’t know. I write the occasional poem. I’m no… Continue reading
Next month I will have lived in my straw bale house for twenty years. In all that time I haven’t managed to finish it — specifically, I have barely started the plastering. That would be the step that makes the straw bale house so incredibly insulated and worth the effort… Continue reading
It didn’t have to happen but what did I expect? I knew if I didn’t take defensive measures I’d lose them. There would ultimately be no escape because they were besieged by an enemy that had the patience of one who had felt hunger before and would feel it again…. Continue reading
I suppose I’m not a good traveler. Maybe I’m defective that way. But I like where I live. No. I love where I live. I just got home tonight from a road trip. Back in the day I thought nothing of hitchhiking across the country. Now driving from New Mexico… Continue reading