Dave
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Fog
Fog defines this week. In the morning it lies heavy upon the ground. Close and overbearing, you cannot see the barn as you set out to feed. Some afternoons the fog lightens. Wispy and whispering strands lay across the ridge. One afternoon, a strand… Continue reading
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A Bag
July 28, 2024 I stood and let her pass. The odd airplane shuffle took place. Sliding pass, she sat down in the window seat and slid the red and orange bag under the seat. There were more than colors to the bag,… Continue reading
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Trusting We Matter to Our Siblings
Over the next few weeks I am visiting west and southwest US reserves, ceded, and unceded landscapes. The western viewscape easily holds my attention for hours. Yet, while driving, I am bound to turn to the radio. Continue reading
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Beloved Creation
Quail are a good measure of the day’s cold. Each evening a covey settles in the wild willows west of home near the cattle’s water trough. During summers height they sometimes don’t make it back from the wonder of a day’s wandering… Continue reading
Chewing the Cud 