Suppose the Pope were in an Oldsmobile on Interstate 80 driving over the Sierras as snow becomes slush and the whoosh of eighteen...

The Great Chain of Being begins with God ends with dirt. Beetles rank below the pretty insects like ladybugs and dragonflies and behind...

After snowmelt, the earth percolates shards of glass, flattened, lidless cans, ​or, protruding from  mud, the torso of a porcelain doll....

“A pack of wolves has killed at least three calves since Thursday night in eastern Baker County… seven others were either injured or...

1. High country springtime Muddy trucks on rutted roads Daffodils in snow. 2. Dirt road rooster dust One who loves you is in sight...

Each spring I bring a string of Tibetan prayer flags to Tuscarora. At winter’s end, they are faded and frayed, which tells you something...

When the person sitting next to you speaks or you feel the  urge to communicate. You talk over the racket  of airplane brakes. It’s that...

I think of Harry, the loneliest person I know, who spends solitary winter days in his single wide. In summers he drives over the Sierras...

Fernley on ramp Enter Interstate 80 and head east These are the exits you didn’t take: Nightingale Jessup Toulon Oreana Rye Patch Dam...

Even though no sani-seat covers in the regular stall in the ladies room at the Standard Station in Lovelock, a town where lovers lock...

Summer range burning ducks on Wildhorse reservoir flying south through smoke

1. If I were deaf I would watch the motion of branches and think the trees nod “yes” to some delightful question. If I were deaf I would...

They say we come into this world afraid of snakes no matter whether venomous or not.  Avoidance is the way we’re made, although this...

Before you play the wounded bird think of the charadrius vociferus commonly known as the killdeer. Because she builds her nest in...

You are standing alone in the doorway as they back out of the driveway, everyone waving except the driver who needs to think about where...

I close my eyes you in a skiff facing seaward me at water’s edge holding the bow line I let go eyes open you bobbing in the slip a...

“Thank God for hollyhocks,” the ranch wife said as she stood by the side of her truck. “They go untended, not like everything else around...

Virga is a...shaft of precipitation...that evaporates before reaching the ground...making the clouds appear to have a comma attached.” ...

That shimmering profusion of white and green-- an illusion creating confusion in one new to the scene. Rue the newbie who brought a...

Yesterday—the dog and I on the long stretch between Winnemucca and  Lovelock-- I fell asleep.  Felt my head nod and bob… Awake!--  a...