The break has been as overextended as it was unintended. Life intervenes; the necessary asserts itself over the preferred and chosen. It’s an old story, familiar and not particularly interesting. It would be easy enough to disregard the time elapsed, but in place of that, I offer a visual retrospective, a sampling of images to…
For the purposes of this blog, what’s relevant to know about me is where I live, which is on a grassy ridge in central Colorado, at an elevation of 8900 feet. The nearest town of any size is thirty miles away and very few of my neighbors have a social security number. Their identities are, instead, defined by their habits and roles in the landscape.
Andrea Jones writes about life at the urban-wild interface from two different homes in the Colorado Rockies, first in Fourmile Canyon west of Boulder, then near Cap Rock Ridge in central Colorado. Whether negotiating territory with a mountain lion, working to reduce her property’s vulnerability to wildfire, or decoding the distinct personalities of her horses, she offers useful and engaging perspectives on natural beauty, and the nature of home.
