Category: outdoors

  • The darkest time of year requires dark poetry. So here’s Irish poet Joseph Campbell (not the well-known chronicler of mythology) with a few fine lines. The dawn whiteness.A bank of slate-grey cloud lying heavily over it.The moon, like a hunted thing, dropping into the cloud. But even with Oregon’s “slate-grey cloud”, there are counterpoints, like…

  • I took Betsy James’ new memoir with me on a road trip to the Canadian Rockies and found it a fine antidote to hours of driving. The world rushing by at 70 mph, the shift from rolling canola fields to jagged upthrust peaks, the rumbling trains, the smoke from fires — my mind getting edgy…

  • Stuff happens after dark. We see the evidence in the morning. Flowers chomped, bird bath tipped over, stuff like that. Last week we got a trail camera that snaps photos when it detects movement. Last night we got a two-fer, raccoon and the almost full moon. We don’t know what the li’l guy was up…