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Nov.03.2012 Crawling Old Man ... Mark Twain's Warning When we drove home from Michigan, we decided to stay one night in Hannibal, MO. We wanted to experience Mark Twain’s (Samuel Clemens) homeland & hoped to inherit a bit of his muse while we were there. We found his boyhood home after educating ourselves...	May.10.2012 bookends The deer trail cuts through the grasses, sedges, and sapling birches that have sprouted up along what used to be the shallow shore of Lost Lake: during the ten year drought, the receding waters have left a sandy margin around the circumference of the lake. Cycles of drought and...
Jan.19.2012 Coyote Coyote only comes to town once or maybe twice during the tundra months, dragging his game leg and leaving an odd print in the deep snow down by the place where the gray silent river turns toward the north. He’s tired of the hard-won, slim-pickings starvation diet he...	Sep.17.2011 Two animals struggled . . . . . . at the edge of a clearing in the Inyo National Forest in California's Eastern Sierra when a couple of forest rangers drove up in a pickup truck. Startled, the animals separated. One, a maturing fawn approaching adult status, bounded off and away. The other, a coyote ``as large as a wolf...
Mar.16.2011 Woof Wednesday: Coyotes, Frisbees & Annoying Dogs My Magical-Dawg loves to run. I’ve lost weight since we got him, just trying to keep up. We have 13+ acres in N Texas, most of it pasture but about four acres in trees and scrubby “schtuff” that can’t be mowed. Every morning we patrol the spread and the dawg-type turns into a nose-with-legs to...	May.21.2010 When reality flashes back to fiction We live in Albuquerque, in the foothills of the Sandia Mountains, and an arroyo abuts our back yard. For those not familiar, in this area, it doesn't rain often, but it can rain very hard. When that happens, a bunch of water needs a place to go. Fast. Arroyos channel water and prevent flooding. Our...
Sep.09.2009 Bluff I love duck ponds. The colors flashing on the birds' backs. The way the water divides alongside their carved bodies, with little resistance. I had a chance one afternoon to sit with Gayle and enjoy his reed-fringed pond in Southeastern Utah, and watch the wild mallard, the teal and the wood ducks...	Sep.02.2009 Coyote It’s such an eerie call—the call of the coyote. This Wednesday morning first greets me with the low rumble of the helicopter outside. When that subsides and the beast clears out, it seems it stirred the coyotes. First one, like he’s making a tune to see who is present—to take a count, or are they...
Jan.21.2009 The Wild One The Daily Coyote is easily one of the most simplistically beautiful books I have ever read. From its format and design to the purity of the prose, it is wonderful. An added bonus is the glimpse into the wild life I had forgotten existed: the idea of vast openness in Wyoming, the nurturing and care...	Apr.22.2008 A Timid Entry into the Red Room I have not been using Red Room in any capacity. I realized that at the Commonwealth Club event yesterday listening to fellow authors, who talked about self-publishing articles and poems that had never found a home. These poems are a case in point. I came to San Francisco in 1964 to study with...