It’s still April, but barely. In the dark of the earliest hours of the 30th, I wake to pitch dark and silence. Unusually dark and silent. Electricity’s out. I try to go back to sleep—the conditions are ideal, after all—but disturbing thoughts about the possible cause of a power outage insert themselves. What steals into…
Among the events lost in the start-and-stop non-rhythm of my writing here over the last few years was a significant anniversary–or, more accurately, three of them: the tenth, eleventh, and twelfth anniversaries of this website’s existence. I launched Between Urban and Wild as an author landing page in November of 2013. Between Urban and Wild…
“Spring arrives in the high country differently than in other places. Where the land has a strong vertical dimension, the change of seasons is bound to elevation, not distance from the equator. Shades of green swirl up the flanks of mountains as the snow recedes, making the end of winter a complex topographical dance. It’s…
We moved into this house back in March, 2003, twelve years ago this month. Which, when I think about it, is longer than I’ve ever lived in any other house. If I do the math, it turns out I’ve spent just shy of one-quarter of my life occupying these rooms. Add in a couple of…