Those that know me well often think I employ a crooked logic in my arguments (and also know I LOVE to argue). Well, I’m not so sure of my argumentative logic or skills, but I AM crooked in another way. [Read More]
On the Winter Solstice, Dec. 21, at noon in Manzanita, a group of Watershed Heroes spoke at a meeting of the Tillamook County Commission.
I just got back from a walk around the neighborhood that I took with Lilly over a thousand times in the almost exactly three years she was with us. I know the canine (even better than the human) residents of almost all the houses I passed. Amazingly, not one of them uttered a sound (that I could hear) on the half-hour walk. [Read more]
I had never heard of aerial spraying of pesticides on privately owned timber lands before. I’d been naïve until the coastal town of Wheeler notified its residents late one Friday afternoon, in the early summer of 2014, of a spray scheduled by Stimpson Lumber the following Monday morning. [Read More]
My wren haiku is a variation on Kerouac-Berrigan’s collaborative effort.
The Welsh people had a word for the feeling of love and belonging to the land — hiraeth. Families and clans that lived generation after generation in the same place experienced a deep knowing of the land that did not translate simply as “ownership.”
In the wake of huge tragedy, it often seems like humanity is mired in smog. [Read More]
If I were placed blindfolded on the upper reaches of Elk Creek and its watershed area, I would know I was home. [Read More]
Streams need to connect in order to deliver water and salmon, just like roads need to connect to deliver cars. [Read More]
I often have thought about volunteering for various local causes, to give back to the community, but never seemed to find the time. [Read More]