Last night, the full Beaver Moon passed over without giving me a photo; so I took a poem instead. The photo of Otis is by bonus-daughter...

I’m way behind in posting, again. Here’s from the Día de los Muertos celebration in Placerville two weeks ago: Day of the Dead That night...

On Monday, a trip up the mountain to look at aspen carvings by old-time Basque sheepherders, or cowboys, hikers, campers, people just...

Graveyard for an abandoned townsite from Gold Rush days, midst of forest on a one-lane hump & hollow hardpan road – my car wasn’t up to...

Today I visited the ForestSong exhibition at Arts & Culture El Dorado’s Switchboard Gallery – forest and wildfire-inspired art and...

The annual Pony Express Re-Ride came through here on June 27. It’s a challenge to get my timing right for seeing the hand-off from one...

Otis and I are still learning each other. I’m still learning myself. A family circle needs all of its parts: rescue dog discovering home,...

When Loki passed in late March, it was my first time in 52 years without a dog; part of me had disappeared. I chose a rescue dog – Otis,...

A certain meadow surrounding a tule pond and Miwok bedrock mortars appears destined to soon become a subdivision. I was walking my new...

That’s what we called Loki, our German Shepherd housemate, partner, and inspiration. Between Friday’s walk and Sunday dawn, she passed...

After so much rain earlier this month, our waterways are jubilant. A week ago Loki and I walked a trail we’ve only done once before, in...

Yesterday was our 52nd anniversary. To celebrate, I revisited a ridge above the South Fork, our first search in El Dorado County, almost...

I celebrated February 14 with a hike on the highest stretch of El Dorado Trail, a segment I hadn’t been able to walk yet. Loki and I...

Yesterday Loki and I walked the edge of a big vacant field waiting to be developed – a place we walked last May, with signs posted:...

Here’s a late start to my new year’s posting. It’s been raining and everywhere my dog and I walk the mosses and lichens are rejoicing....

Tomorrow is International Human Rights Day. We'll celebrate upcountry - for a poetry workshop assignment. Human right to roam... with...

For years Hatch and I lived a mile from National Forest and often trained our dogs there - near where the 2021 Caldor Fire started. It...

In this season when the veil between living and dead seems most permeable, I happened on a poem I wrote 20 years ago for our old dog...

Halloween and Día de los Muertos side by side on Main Street this year, and Sugar Skull Art Walk in two of our galleries to honor the...

The chance of seeing a solar eclipse always seems to draw me up the mountain – up what we called Iron Mountain Road, the Mormon Emigrant...