A Guest Along Cottonwood Creek
I spent many years in this cabin in Lupine Meadows, but in many ways, I was only a guest.
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The bats and the mice
wonder
When their guest will leave.
The pronghorn, too, were seasonal guests.
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Through Thin Ice
I must have been reading Shakespeare (Aeschylus?) when I first came across the term Deus Ex Machina. Loosely translated from the Latin, it means God Out of the Machine. It refers to a plot twist at the end of a play where the hero is saved against impossible odds. I
My Father's Face
Writing last week about Wendell Berry and my father kicked in some good memories growing up. You’ll have to bear with me. I’ll be back to the standard fare next week. Even though my relatives would tell me that my father was proud of me, I knew the
Postcard from the Tetons
When things play out - sometimes seemingly against all odds - it can give us the feeling that all is right with the world. …and Don’t Forget to Write….. If you’ve written to me the last couple of years and I haven’t written back, it’s because of a
Another Turn of the Crank
Wendell Berry died yesterday in his home in northern Kentucky. I was originally going to call this piece The Unsettling of America in reference (homage?) to one of Berry’s more incisive collections of essays on place and farming and community, but I settled upon this one. If you’re