Between the train tracks by the La Posada Hotel in Winslow, Arizona, a yellow line on the platform marks where you should stand behind. Less t... Read More...
“Do you live with other people?” the girl asks, clutching the gimpy rooster to her chest. She’s about six years old and is missing one of her ... Read More...
The earth was formed from chaos, from collisions, explosions, expansions, accretions. Dust and gasses became the primeval planet which eventua... Read More...
If I take a walk through this university campus in New Zealand, a country which has been my home for a dozen years, walk past the too-familiar... Read More...
From the front table of the Akwesasne senior center, we watch as the Mohawks file in: retired steelworkers, clan mothers, elders, activists, a... Read More...
For me, Hallow Hill has two images so closely bound to it that it requires a special effort to see past them to the reality of the place itsel... Read More...
Watching the Tour de France from a roadside in Southwestern France, in the Midi-Pyrenées, I learn there’s a name for the cyclist who comes in ... Read More...
On a sunny Sunday morning, I’m making a tea cake for John Fryer. A cup of sugar, a cup of flour, zest of one lemon tossed in a bowl with half ... Read More...
Blue House
In the fall of 2002 I moved with my wife and our infant son into a blue house on the Cache le Poudre River outside of Fort Collins... Read More...
Outside long enough, I lose the contours of my body and become part of something larger. What I watch for on a good hike are moments of permis... Read More...