Introduction History is usually made from what is known, events, people, facts. Much of history is obscured by secrecy; shame, embarrassment, or state secrets obscure much of what we know of history. It's these small secrets obscured by time and the deaths of the small number of participants
A great way I have of finding interesting books at my favorite bookstore (Bonner’s Books in Bonner’s Ferry Idaho) is to look for books with old bindings like cloth or leather. My best finds have been in the travel section. The classics or near classics are easy enough
We walked the tightly packed gravel road through cottonwood, paper birch, and poplar trees. Their leaves ranged from lemon to mustard to egg-yolk yellow, forming a canopy and tunnel of color this fall afternoon. The air smelled of rotting leaf mold and wet ground—a soft, sweet scent of
A sudden slap in the water near the distant shore with expanding circles of ripples revealing the location. The Green River slipped silently below the bank where we perched. Inching down the far canyon walls the rising sun cast a warm light. Where the river ran over its rough bottom
I am a child of the American West, actually the Southwest. Having grown up in Arizona I am used to that arid land. A love of mountains, desert, clear mountain streams, volcanoes, red sandstone sculpture, ghost towns, ancient Indian ruins, Native Americans, Mexican Americans. The culture of the West still
I had just squeezed the handle on the pump and set the latch when I glanced behind me to see this tall thin older man looking over my trailer. I said 'Hi' and he remarked what an unusual trailer. I agreed and he continued with this slow drawl
I could discern some very low noted booming which alarmed me. Was there a rock fall? Almost imperceptibly the water in the cascade seemed to slow. I didn’t believe my senses at first and kept looking to confirm what I was seeing. Then it was obvious the water had
We drove for two hours under the deep blue Montana October sky across the dun colored sagebrush. Sected and bisected by fence. The valley a brown blonde exhausted grass of summer’s end. Sagebrush rimmed the valleys and its teal green draped over hillsides. Teeming in the lowest place was
Whenever we head out on a roadtrip we often take the Road to the Buffalo east out of town. We live along the Road to the Buffalo. The local Indians were various tribes of the inland Salish language group. They lived by hunting and gathering and some farming as well
I squeeze though the rotting stile, the dog went under the peeled pine rail. Back on the lead and we walk the gravelled track. Barbed wire on our right and infinite flat blonde grass on the left. Dotted with black cows, their faces swivel not to me but towards my
Warning this is a technical photography post. I bought a Sandisk Extreme Portable SSD for use with my Fuji GFX 100s ii. This is my experience with it. Mine supports USB 3,2 Gen 2 (10Gbps) and this is the maximum the camera supports. Buying an SSD with a higher
We had travelled a long day. A late start as Mollie was not well. She awoke at 4:00am in distress some stomach ache she gets occasionally. Something she ate perhaps. All she wants is cuddles and belly rubs to soothe her. So the morning was the delirious in an