Usually, even in the dead of winter, I like to rise early, stoke the fire in the woodstove, get some coffee going and gaze out the kitchen window at my beloved Moab Valley. Winters here are usually tolerable, at least…
Lately I’ve been studying the barn and trees across the road from my house. I like watching trees move into winter, though this late in the year most of them are already there. No one uses the barn anymore. The…
Old U.S. 6, now swallowed up by Interstate 70. HERB RINGER came West from his home in New Jersey in 1939. Camera in hand, Herb captured the American West, from the Canadian Border to the Rio Grande and from the…
Grant Hagen and I dropped in on Fred Brown at his house near Wilson, at the foot of Teton pass. We went outside and sat on the ground in the shade of the house and Fred said, “Good to have…
HERB RINGER came West from his home in New Jersey in 1939. Camera in hand, Herb captured the American West, from the Canadian Border to the Rio Grande and from the Big Sur coast to the High Plains. We…
Paul Vlachos is a New Yorker who understands The West. And he is a New Yorker who understands New York. Wherever Paul goes, he finds signs of life… I am currently on the road and I don’t have access to…
Cooke City, Montana Trail Ridge Highway, Rocky Mountain NP. The mountains near the northeast entrance to Yellowstone National Park. Herb’s dad walking the cat. Trail Ridge summit. To see the PDF version of this page, click here. To comment on…
Little did I know, as I wrote my article in January about the desire for snow, that winter hadn’t truly passed us over this year. It was just delayed. And, two weeks after the last Zephyr went up, down…
