Saturday I walked for my third “visibility event” after the killing of Renée Nicole Macklin Good, mother and poet. Her award-winning poem, “On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs,” sparked this: By the River I’ve read the good books, trying to decipher syllable by syllable, dissecting sound & meaning. It doesn’t work for me, a timepiece measuring soul which wants to slip downslope, merge with melt of ice much farther up the mountain – the sublime vista – but headed down in spite o

I can’t believe it’s been 9 months since my last post here. No excuses. Busy? A new hyper-energy pup – Shelby the sneak, the firecracker, whippersnapper – to keep Otis company. Trying to survive the daily news? Here’s a poem from a couple months ago: Bridge over the American I walk against the flow of traffic, can’t wait and just stand still with Stars & Stripes in my hands. Under this bridge runs the river – the South Fork – over rocks, past eddies, the workings of fate. We’

I just came across this old poem that appeared in the Mountain Democrat  three years ago. Weed-eater (“my morning meditation”) keeps me...

Reporting something Otis and I found on the trail this morning, I had a chance to snap a photo of the Western saddle on display in the...

In our little poetry workshop at the library, I learned about a community gathering in front of our County Courthouse – in just a few...

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....