Touchstone
After the bereaved leave the beloved, after the gate locks, when the horned moon peeks over the horizon, the headstones
Hiking and Flora in Western Washington
After the bereaved leave the beloved, after the gate locks, when the horned moon peeks over the horizon, the headstones
At last, the listless woodland stream, spent by months of summer drought, fanned into a shallow lake, barely murmuring as
One must wonder whether wildlings appreciate the grandeur of their surroundings, apart from their innate connection to their world. This
Perhaps I should have felt apprehension as these vultures swept about me, circling, dipping into the valley below, then swooping
Good day to you, good day, Gray Jay! What do you, can you say today? Not like your cousins, not
Slowly, a young blacktail buck works his way along the coastal verge, nibbling the tender shoots that spring into light
I’ve always loved how jaunty little western fairy slipper orchids appear to grin so brightly from the trailside shadows at
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Place names tell stories. They endure and evolve over generations, often holding clues to a forgotten past. Hiking around Washington
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