BACK TO JACKSON HOLE… Approaching my old home grounds, Jackson’s Hole, I start gearing down. Deep breathing, concentrating on traffic, letting all else blur by. But a parking place has to be found and by then I’ve remembered the sagebrush…
State Of Nature, II A few years ago Bruce Anderson printed a piece of mine, “State Of Nature,” in his fine paper, the Anderson Valley Advertiser. Well, the situation has gotten worse, much worse. The state of nature…
The State of Nature…pt 1 The golden eagle was hunting, coasting near the ground. Seen from the edge of an ancient glacial cirque the eagle was a tiny brown motion at the bottom of a monstrous half-enclosed space. I…