Field Notes

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“There is no such thing as an empty lot.” So baby and I learned yesterday, sneaking through this feral patch of industrial park. We are deeper in the…
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Sunday morning we watched the sun rise over downtown Houston through the window of our hotel room by the loop highway, and what dialed up with first…
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A spider bit me in the face Saturday morning, after I stepped right into its web. I could feel it there right above the orbit of my right eye, and…
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Almost every day this week, I found the fragment of a songbird egg in my path. On the sidewalk, mostly, making you wonder where they came from, what the…
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After lunch on Christmas Day I took a bike ride down by the river and up along the frontage road of the new tollway to make a delivery to my friend…
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A report from the Ercotastrophe zone
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The waxwings are back this week. They come every year around this time, arriving stealthily, in big flocks like schools of airborne bait fish. For such…
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Reading stories of braver solos
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Thursday before last the toddler and I went for a walk in the woods at dusk. She is becoming more alert to the sights and sounds in the woods, learning…
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Tuesday at sunup the black mouth cur and I walked down into the thick fog along the river as a cool night tried to dial up into a warm day. Those misty…
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We left the U.S. on the anniversary of the coup attempt, seeking the playa. One of my in-laws was taking advantage of Costa Rica’s health care system to…
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It was hazy Monday night, but when we stepped out to stare at the alignment of Jupiter and Saturn there in the southwestern sky, the thin clouds had…
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