On Friday we watched the annual Hwy 50 Wagon Trail pull in to Pollock Pines – reading horse poems to each other while we awaited its...

As August turned to September, 2015, these little guys started falling out of my rag-mop into my bucket – mop hung out to dry on our...

A wonderful collection of contemporary Native California Indian art: Jeremy Peconom (Mt. Maidu), Meyo Marrufo (Eastern Pomo), Kai LaPena...

Precarious The sky holds its breath this morning. Red-flag winds predicted by noon. My grumbling motor-scythe splits the morning calm....

Last weekend’s dog training session, mid-elevation pine forest, recalled years of working our search dogs in El Dorado’s old-time mining...

NASAR (National Association for Search and Rescue) has graciously offered to archive our SAR Dog papers on their website:...

A poem from 5 years ago, a photo from today.... Ladybug Ladybug Imagine the intricate maneuverings, the balance of bodies—wings for the...

Here are SAR Dog articles grouped under topics: [dates indicate when each has been posted to this blog] GENERAL Intro to our SAR Dog...

Anatomical Heart with Birds drawing, TheArtOfScienceCo. She’s watched the monitors. His heart is sound. But what’s this? a chickadee is...

Serendipity A barter between neighbors, chance of the unexpected – my pasture gone wild for lack of grazing, their horse gazing at our...

Let's Fly the Wind We met at the complex closed for business on a bright chill Saturday, its sky and clouds. Wind sweeps white blossoms...

Our long-gone Kitty Souris was a hunter: mice, birds, lizards; owl-talon scars in her flanks – we couldn’t keep her in the house. Now...

Eleven days ago we drove from our outskirts of Rescue to Rocklin to Jackson & back home again; Hatch and I got our 2nd dose of vaccine,...

Here’s a poem from last Sunday’s Capturing Wakamatsu workshop. Wakamatsu Farm is one of my favorite local places – ancestral land of...

Tongues The man who walks with dogs has to find new words for the first daffodil in bloom yellowing the small graves up the hill. Each...

Ten years ago we lost Hatch’s search partner Piper. I remember how, in her last days, she’d gaze across the swale where I still feel her...

Here’s a disjointed sonnet from a few years back: Avalanche Aubade For just an instant she holds him in bright air faceted as crystal....

A poem from Wren Tuatha’s Pandemic//Planet//Protests: Poetry of Place workshop sponsored by Sacramento Poetry Center. The interrogation...