by stiles • • Comments Off on Contemplation, Solitude, and Hyper-focusing: A Theory… By Scott Thompson
“It is common among my people to hear someone say they are the land and the land is them…While human interactions are important, they are not held above the interactions that take place in the natural environment.” – Lisa Grayshield,…
by stiles • • Comments Off on Pointblank: On desert water rights, the relevance of literary traditions to interspecies relations, and the Disney Weltanschauung…by Patricia (Toni) McConnel
Millions of years ago, according to one theory (mine), the mammoth child of some now extinct race of giants spilled globs of wet sandstone clay, red as rusted iron, on the Nevada desert in what is now known as the…
by stiles • • Comments Off on (From the Zephyr archives) Losing Solitude: THE IVORY-BILLED TRUTH …by Martin Murie
(Note: this article first appeared in the June/July 2005 Zephyr) They’re still doing it, enviro outfits consulting consultants. The latest attack of this ailment is described in a column by Amanda G. Little. (1) A year ago about 20 “national”…
by stiles • • Comments Off on Losing Solitude: Theme Parks…by Martin Murie
THEME PARKS John Colter, 1807-08 They kept track of him that winter west of the Absarokas, by day brilliant ravens avid over snow, wolves and coyotes hung around refining careful judgements, the man recognized: one of them, killers and scavengers…
How Silence & Tranquility Became Antiquated Notions in the Brave New West… I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion. ~Henry David Thoreau When Thomas Jefferson…
by stiles • • Comments Off on Losing Solitude: Let’s Talk…by Martin Murie
Last summer Jim Stiles and Bob Greenspan and I met in Jackson, Wyoming. Bob and I favored crossing the street to a cafe for coffee, but Jim led us to a shady outside bench and we sat there quite a…
NOTE: This short essay appeared in the second issue of The Zephyr, in May 1989. From the beginning, this publication always believed that ‘wilderness’ was more than a piece of legislation or a product to be marketed. Almost 25 years…
It was deathly hot, 104 degrees, the day the four of us (Norah, Rose, Olivia and I) arrived at Delicate Arch trailhead to join other parties clustered at their vehicles, gathering cameras and stowing bottles of water, food, who knows,…