The novel is significant, therefore, not because it presents someone else’s fate to us, perhaps didactically, but because this stranger’s fate by virtue of the flame which consumes it yields us the warmth which we never draw from our own…
It was just dumb luck that in 1985 I befriended Pat Newman., a septuagenarian woman who had connections in the community. I found her stories fascinating, and let her know, as I would hang on the tales she would tell.…
THANKS to Tom McCourt & the Tibbetts Family. For years, I have been watching Moab move farther and farther away from its roots, to the point where it seems few people even know the history of the place anymore. Some…
One morning in a willow swamp I carried a camera close to a bull moose. I wanted a full-screen portrait. The moose, accustomed to trespassers, calmly went on browsing, his head low. Wanting him head-up. I made a sudden forward…
In the 1970s, Edward Abbey often spent time with his old pal, the great Southwest painter, John De Puy. Abbey and De Puy had a hideaway–actually De Puy owned the property, Abbey was a frequent visitor— somewhere in southeast Utah.…
In addition to the thousands of 35 mm Kodachrome transparencies that herb shot over 50 years, another of his prized possessions was his leather-bound 2 1/4 Rolleiflex camera.. He took thousands of…
*NOTE: We’ve received a number of Backbone contributions since we put together this page. If you contributed, we are incredibly grateful, and your cartoon will appear in the Dec/Jan Group of Supporters. Thanks! The Zephyr Backbone is what keeps us…