That was my first thought. The image was of me bicycling the 20 odd miles between work and home. After six years of more-or-less regular commuting, the longest of my life, my sense of adventure had led me down every possible pathway between my own little town and the College burg where a desk has… Continue reading “This is not how I imagined this moment.”
I sit on a rumbling island of steel enwrapped in clouds. Work is slow and my mind wanders to projects at home: getting the woodstove done finally, making a cider press that works and won’t try and electrocute me and what exactly is that smell in the living room? Hopefully a mouse. Outside the… Continue reading When a Bear is your neighbor.
In the summer of 1992, after college, as I considered what course to take in the world, my mother suggested the law. I might have considered it more thoroughly at the time had she not followed it with; “You could be a judge, maybe even sit on the Supreme Court!”. She always had delusions… Continue reading Know Thyself
Heading north from the furnace of Portland was like heading back in time. The smell of firs and spruces sweeter and rounder in the ebbing afternoon heat softer than the sharp pines and oak meadows of my adopted home. The roads I traveled were the roads of my young adulthood; when I was the age… Continue reading The road to Tokeland
It is August and west of the Hundredth Meridian the land is tinder dry; a match, a spark even just pressure and oxygen can start a conflagration. Fire has always been part of the western landscape but the rainless days of August to October now stretch from June to November. People often complain about the… Continue reading The Burning Season