Ours is an age defined by refuse – by refusing, that is, to deal with our refuse.
Trash accumulates in all areas of the planet, including – and especially – America’s treasured national parks. A recent, personal, non-scientific survey of Yosemite’s iconic attractions reveals a pernicious aggressor. Few outdoor enthusiasts would encourage littering, yet many cause this offense, often doing so unwittingly. Resolving the issue necessitates a much higher degree of coordination between park officials and attendees.
Continue reading “At the Corner of Truth & Trash”
Too often a memory of swooping spectacle; too often the food, the drink, the cost. All said, all done, all consumed, in detail. Still, the writing pours forth, as if the world lacked autobiographical banalities.
Continue reading “Down With The Watchmakers”
Scampering downwards below the ridge, my hiking partner found riparian wonder he never before knew existed. Each previous trip to the park constrained this California preserve to rolling, grassy, oakland – whereas schist canyons and rumbling gravelpans and time-pressured wildflowers populate the valleys below.
Continue reading “Virtual Emplacement & Carbon Poverty”
Highway junction, Shelby, Montana: Big sky and open land merge endlessly, and the gray is all-encompassing. Continue reading “Shelby, Montana – Postcard from a Floating World”
Rainfall in the California highlands and coastal ranges far exceeded both expectations and norms in just a few short weeks this winter. Whilst praising the temporary stay of drought (some homeowners were immediately affected by mudslides and floods), few have looked towards the upcoming severity of wildfire season. Over the course of a decade, fire season has expanded, and now, can hardly be said to end – even in the face of torrential downpours.
Continue reading “Wildfire Binge & Purge”
Violet can’t trace a return into greenery.
Corners edge into iris – wild iris – blossoming our Spring. And one becomes many…possibly. Optimism befits a thing that aspires to more, never-will-be-seen things. For handcuffed to a hill, accented into place, this – and these – wild iris cannot, to me, describe the land.
Continue reading “Situating Wild Iris”
So gauzy their focus, they look behind a mirror to see what causes the reflection. Where from? What fell? What do we do?
Continue reading “Unmarked Scar – Postcard from a Floating World”