Essays

It is the kind of day photographers and hikers live for. I tramp among the lush undergrowth beneath a cobalt […]

Just after winding our way up a series of hairpin turns through a red rock labyrinth in central Arizona, we

They seem to gobble it up like it is delicious, but probably it is just because they are hungry. I

My skis slide easily on the solid snow of mid-winter, and as I push through the forest, I look for

Sometimes a promised storm delivers, coming hard and fast, almost in full sheets of snow. A foot or so arrived

for the bookstore It is an unbeatable winter setting—snow falling softly on quaint Victorian homes and globed street lamps, mountains

A Small Story of Untimely Things That Asks, “What Color is a Quilt?” It was the first sunny morning in

We had just returned from a spring escape to the desert. Driven by our late-winter hunger for warmth and red

To say it’s green everywhere is to simplify the shades of sage and lime,  forest and moss that surround my