a bedtime story

The adamant shrill tone of my alarm whittles its way into my dreams gradually and all at once. My eyes pop open and I groan silently at the time: 2:45 AM. This is what it takes to be a bow hunter: rising at ungodly hours to silently trudge out into the cold dark, unseen, unheard,…

shadows

The sandy wash started out wide and open but the further we traveled along it, it began to narrow, with thick brush pressing in from all sides. I move through it slowly and cautiously. We are quiet in the desert, as if we are trying not to draw notice but of what we aren’t sure….

left behind

The desert is a quiet place. The sun spreads its silence across the landscape, reaching its bright fingers across washes, mesas, and fields of boulders as far as the eye can see. The open space rolls on forever, speckled with whimsical Joshua Trees, flowering cacti, spiky yucca taller than me, and the bizarre Ocotillo that…

swallowing the sun

I wedge my foot into the crack, leaning my body against the smooth boulder and lurching for the handhold that is just out of reach. My fingers make contact with the jagged edge and as I haul myself up, I throw my hip against its neighbor and hook my thigh around it, launching myself high…

wild

You have a landscape etched into your soul. One day you will take a step, unassuming, into a new place. The magnificence of it will stand before you and your heart will whir like a hummingbird’s wings in recognizance of outside surroundings that at last match what is written on the inside of your being….

dust settling

My heart stutters a step as I pull up next to a dusty Subaru on a remote, dead end logging road. My mind immediately begins to rifle through horrifying imagined news headlines. The dust I kicked up as I came in hangs in the air in clouds; the August air is hot and stagnant. Taking…

spring

A blink of the soul Everything becomes new  The world bathed in jade A budding branch sways  Warm fingers streak through cool breeze Reaching through the soil  Rushing silver stream Warbling across cool stones Verdant leaves creep close A landscape in song Melodies of green, purple, yellow A chorus of birds

the tide

  I have been walking along this stretch of coast for hours. The sun beats down on the deep sand as I clamber over driftwood and boulders engraved with orcas and round moon-like faces. I have watched the water being drawn back into the blue mass, exposing rock and glistening emerald seaweed until that writing…

gargoyles

The sound of my footsteps trudging up the rocky escarpment does not make an echo as one would expect. Instead it is little more than a dull thudding that I feel down to my bones despite how little impact it has on my surroundings. All around me are turrets of black and white dappled rock…

just passing through

The mallard scurried off the trail as I approached. Her mate, frantic to avoid their separation for even an instant, leapt into the air, flapping his wings madly to rejoin her on the other side. In his haste he narrowly missed me hurtling through the dark. Even in groups you can see the pairs, drifting…

the value in discomfort

At first the pelting rain stings my face. I have to blink hard, trying in vain to rid the excess moisture from my eyes. The sharp bite of cold stings my cheeks and I edge my neck kerchief up slightly to cover more of my exposed skin as the water runs down it in streams….

winter

  the trails shimmer gold diamond encrusted paths  leading into frozen wilds                     icing frosted trees white against brilliant blue evergreen peaks claw the sky                 imprints in soft fluff shadows cast neatly over trails glisten, captured      …