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...

Tomorrow is anniversary of the Loma Prieta earthquake (magnitude 6.9), October 17, 1989. Hatch and I with our dogs Pepper and Roxy...

Saturday was a Celebration of Life for Hatch, with extended family coming from opposite ends of our West Coast and some old-time searcher...

Yesterday was 38 years since the Mexico City earthquake of 1985, when we and our dogs joined the search for survivors as part of an ad...

Not long ago Loki and I walked the Institute of Forest Genetics grounds - open to the public again after winter storms. The place I...

is what I envisioned. It started out well…. Afterward, several crumpled drafts of poem, I decided to let Loki tell it; I transcribed as...

After the Caldor Fire, and then so much snow last winter in the high country, some roads were slow to re-open; but I promised myself a...

Could this doe be the fawn who was born here, in woods just beyond our house? She certainly makes herself at home, especially in my...

My doctor’s-orders daily walk (with 11 ½ year old Loki, since her vet ordered the same for her) takes us many different places. We’ve...

Yesterday the Pony Express Re-Ride left Old Town Sacramento on schedule, 2 p.m. I drove down Green Valley to witness a hand-off of the...

I rediscovered this poem from 17 years ago, when we still lived “up the hill” between Somerset and Grizzly – just outside the Caldor...

“Rest in Peace” doesn’t feel right for a man always learning, figuring out better ways to do things; hiking, searching with his dogs for...

On doctor’s orders – for my bones – I’m making time every day for a 30-miniute walk. On my own orders – for my wanderlust – I’m trying to...

We heard those words a lot at Sunday’s poetry reading, on a ridge looking across canyons and ridge after ridge – our old home gone in...

March 13 is National K9 Veterans Day, to honor military and other working dogs, which prompted this poem. We’ve had other SAR dogs over...

We celebrated Washington’s Birthday that long ago in Ajo, AZ, getting married by the Justice of the Peace, then high-tailing into Sonoran...

When we first came to El Dorado County, we lived at the end of a little dirt road, on acres of ponderosa pine, incense cedar, black oak,...