North Dakota’s northeast corner where I grew up is a pocket of old school Christian pietism, and I remember hearing that I should never...

Last September I enrolled in a NOLS Wilderness First Responder class held at Valle de Oro National Wildlife Refuge in Albuquerque’s South...

Now that I live in the state that's home to the Aldo Leopold Wilderness, I revisited his famous A Sand County Almanac (which is not a...

Historic Fort Buford in North Dakota has a post cemetery, and as I toured the rows, I found humor (inappropriate, I know) in the ...

Old Route 66 runs right through the heart of Albuquerque, and I found this fitting mural on the side of a building along the route, not...

Let's say I get 80 years on the planet, a couple more than the average indicated on actuarial tables for someone like me living in the...

I have a couple ongoing photography projects, nothing more than collecting images really. One "project" is about shoes: when I spot a...

While reading Michael Easter's Scarcity Brain, I learned that Maslow (yeah, the famous hierarchy of needs guy) ran some experiments...

This is one of several turtles who live in my friend Claudia's yard. If I had turtles in my yard, I'd have a tough time leaving home. As...

I've mentioned previously the happy confluence I'm experiencing between the practices of daily attention walks, deep reading, and visual...

In March 2020, I was in the San Rafael Swell region of Utah, camping and catching snippets about the spreading pandemic from fellow...

Before I get to the plant-based meat of this post, I'd like to share three aspects of life this past week: First, a photograph I made in...

On the Sunday when Christians were celebrating Easter, I was working on a photography assignment, “Color It Red,” making photographs that...

I took this photo of frost-tinged sand. Looks like a spine to me, a little visual metaphor to kick-off my reflection this week, a post...

Yesterday I went to the laundromat and, while waiting for the wash cycle to end, took this photo: If you look closely, you will notice my...

Sunday morning brought the sound of a loader leveling the lot behind my house. Those who have visited me here will share my surprise at...

In 1963 Ray Nelson penned a little short story titled, “Eight O’Clock in the Morning,” about a population under the sway of aliens dubbed...

A book I read every year (and I did this long before Ryan Holiday popularized Stoicism in its now nearly everywhere version) is Marcus...

William James, whose contributions to the fields of psychology and philosophy resulted in the first American versions of both, found...

Let us speak of salad days (pun anyone?). But first, the deep reading discussion group finished Emerson and is moving on to Walt...