
The Summer of 2006
I was preparing for my career in professional soccer, where I would soon have enough money to buy all the windows one could ever need.
I was preparing for my career in professional soccer, where I would soon have enough money to buy all the windows one could ever need.
If they heard an unusual call, birders may even backtrack those ten steps of progress and bring you back to the parking lot where you began.
The grass was green, fading to tan as it does during winter in the South; 160 years ago the ground would have been stained with blood.
As it turned out, being born for T. R. was the easy part.
These artists don’t shy away from the ugly stuff of life.
I carry a nostalgia the rest of the day that aches from the reality that some lives have been lived and some friendships have blurred.
three short weeks you live / as light; yet wait a whole year / burrowed underground
Actually catching a fish is a bit like pulling the lever on a slot machine and crossing your fingers.
Your springs have a mind of their own, yet they stay to their determined courses, following plans drawn up by gravity, grooves deepened by time.
“You sure you haven’t been smoking weed?” he asked for the third time. “It’s fine if you have, it’s legal.”
It was apparent there, as much as anywhere, that the city and the wild are not so separate.
Instead of making the trek up the mountain, Alfonso and I, along with our crew of fellow naturalists, researchers, and organic farmers, decided to bring the night life to us.
Lurking the rocky bottom, deep in the black abyss of Bear Lake, the walleye patrols his kingdom
Living in the shadows of 14,000 foot peaks, the mountains offered ample lectures on living with limited light.
Let me tell you, dear reader, nothing so wrenches the heart like turkey tears.
Cemetery-learned drivers make for slow, steady drivers, who may or may not still bear the mental turmoil of having learned to drive surrounded by dead bodies.
I remember the first time I had coffee that didn’t taste like sludge.
There was always another plant to look for, another mushroom species to find, and the possibilities of foraging were endless.
I smell the sweet river dew and hear the rush of water over rock, and I’m launched back in time to my hunter-gatherer roots.
My friend had just described a hypothetical scenario of someone living in direct opposition to the laws of the church, and there I was, right beside him, living that life, deserving of reprimand.
Rainy days have always felt exceedingly genuine.
Temporary is the only kind of time there is.
Are we one, two, or three-ply people?
The selective pressures that sculpted the genes of our ancestors left deep imprints.
Anything I do on top of sleeping and eating a few cookies registers as an accomplishment.
Despite the poisonous potentials, the potato would steal the hearts, via the stomachs, of the world.
That’s when the client’s mailbox gets pummelled to the ground.
I reach quasi Tour de France hill climb status.
“I guess you might still be sleeping and that’s OK, we can talk soon.”
There’s no time to let my mind wander when a two-ton Water Oak limb is hurtling toward the ground.