Jefferson River
Moon haunted Owl hunted Iron-horse contoured Limestone heighted Sleet hissed Sun seared Elk hallowed Wolf howled Land waiting For bison wallow
A Place of Lesser Notice
Wells Nevada is one of those many interstate towns that did not survive the Interstate. A dilapidated downtown with plenty of boarded up old hotels. Everything new moved closer to the interstate and left whatever soul it had in the old part of town. Wells is located, spectacularly, at the
Nowhere in Particular
Here in northern Nevada the space is so boundless that it seems the cartographers have given up on names. Never reluctant to have a Rock Creek every few hundred miles I find myself in Nineteeen Mile Canyon for a couple of nights. Why? Primarily because I was tired of driving
Looking for Nowhere
We are heading deep into Mormon country; southern Idaho. The first prescience happened as we descended from the green eden of the Henry’s Fork river into the fetid Snake river plains (flat, but potatoes!), Mollie woke from the passenger seat, sat up, and started sniffing the air vents. She
A Creation Myth
Preface: All cultures have creation myths. Their ambition is to set a people into the world and help explain their place in it. I have read many from the Native American tradition. They are a kind of verbal folk art to my mind. They do not set about being great
Bird Fight
When the local crows raise a ruckus around my house in town, I grab the camera and race outside. The dog barks as she is left inside and wants to join whatever I am up to. For a moment in the air hangs impending chaos and curiosity. The neighborhood crows
Plas-y Ial
Owain Glyndŵr hero of Wales was said to have rested here and hid to avoid a party of English soldiers during his fight with Baron Grey de Ruthyn that eventually led to the Welsh revolt from 1400 to 1415. The Ials or as we would say today the Yales descended
Yales of Wales Excerts
These are the histories of Pas y Ial as researched and told by Gordon Sharrat who was a descendant of Col. William Parry Jones-Parry who assumed the Yale name after Sarah Yale died with no progeny. He was active in the local history of Llangollen have published one book
Forest Evening
The wind blew as directionless and unsettled as the times. We caught you unawares. As were we. The snap of a twig, a head turn, and there you were, The camera caught you in the fading evening light, Vigilant, perhaps curious. And we, not intending disturbance, Wandered away on another
Hypothermia
I have suffered from the first stages of hypothermia on three occasions. Two of them were during the summer and one in the winter. None of them were life threatening because in each case I knew the symptoms and was aware of my vulnerability and still able to take action
Roswell
When you drive east in New Mexico, and drive far enough, you reach a sudden reckoning that they ran out of mountains and there is a distressing sense that they are also short of hills, even short hills. Maybe God gave up, or perhaps there is little appealing there now
CSKT Bison Range
We live at one end of ‘The Road to the Buffalo’ as the Inland Salish tribes called it. The route follows the Clark Fork of the Columbia into the plains of Montana where they would hunt and dry buffalo meat to take back home for winter. 'The Road to