The natural world, life, and dogs.
I got a decent night’s sleep last night (rare lately because of nerve pain in my left leg), Conall ate his breakfast (also rare lately due to his aging), and the morning was cool and gorgeous, so off he, Chann, and I went for a walk on a nearby country road in the valley. As… Continue reading My Rookie Mistake
Walking this morning with my dogs along a country road in the valley below our home, we witnessed a more traditional Idaho cattle drive using riders on horses and herding dogs to move the cattle from their pastures toward a pen where they would be loaded onto a truck for transport. Consider this an update… Continue reading A More Traditional Idaho Cattle Drive
Several years ago, sharing photos of the rural valley where I live, an acquaintance commented, “It looks…bucolic.” Walking a country road as morning fog lifts. He meant it as a slur. He considers himself cosmopolitan, despite living in…Wyoming. The word bucolic is one I fully embrace, my raison d’etre for moving to Idaho’s mountains fifteen… Continue reading Bucolic
Wild Sensibility 