The first sunflowers of the summer bloomed this week here on the bluff, as the rains stopped, the clouds disappeared, and the temperatures pushed above…
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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 th…
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Monday morning when I stepped out of my trailer into the pre-dawn dark, a huge raptor flew past my head, maybe a few feet away, in the direction of the…
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Some field notes from a Midwestern long weekend
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I’m in the field this weekend, deep in the heart of the heart of the country, waiting to see if this dog and the two bigger ones I found behind it will…
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Thursday before last I took some shutterbug friends out for a walk in the ruins. It was a date it took us a year to schedule, thanks to the insanity fr…
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Last Sunday my daughter and I set out for a long walk along the urban river. She embraces the outdoors with precocious gusto, discovering the simple wo…
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Tuesday morning the New York Times ran a report from Syria about refugees from that country’s civil war who have resettled in the last redoubt they can…
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(Note: Field Notes is off this week, and the brief email with links I did share seems not to have gone out, so I am resending—apologies if you are rece…
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The bollards are in bloom outside the police substation this week, lush with blue sage, evening primrose, and Texas star. I run by that building all th…
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On Easter Sunday I set out mid-day on an urban trail run. I suppose to most runners that would mean following an established greenbelt trail, the sort …
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Saturday morning an intense thunderstorm blew in behind the sun, and the dogs seemed not especially keen to head out into it, but we went anyway, when …
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