
This is my version of a story I first heard from Laura Packer. I keep retelling it in different settings, because the world keeps needing to hear it. In the beginning, there was only light…
This is my version of a story I first heard from Laura Packer. I keep retelling it in different settings, because the world keeps needing to hear it. In the beginning, there was only light…
After a long, strenuous hike, you happen upon a river. A crude raft is beached on the sandy shore. Tacked to it is a paper that reads: “Take me downstream.” The handwriting strangely resembles your own.
You don’t know who made the raft, or why they’ve left it here. You don’t know how well it’s constructed. Does it even float?
I’ve recently returned with my teenage-son from a two-week road trip. (His dad’s currently traveling in China.) We drove from South Dakota to see my parents in North Carolina, with many stops along the way….
I’m now wearily, happily, home from Costa Rica. My silence during the final few days of my trip was due largely to exhaustion from so many beautiful hikes in the cloud forests around Monteverde and…
Tomorrow I leave the coast of Costa Rica and its gorgeous sunsets for the cloud forests of Monteverde. I invite you to enjoy some of my sunset photography. Just for fun, which of these four…
Playa Carbon is a sparkling black-sand beach only fifteen minutes by boat from Tamarindo, Costa Rica. My guide Henry anchored in its cove the other day so we could snorkel and eat ceviche. The…
Who knew that the outgoing tide could paint the sand with such delicacy? Here are just a few “landscape portraits” I discovered yesterday afternoon on the beach at Tamarindo, Costa Rica. A low tide gallery…
I grew up in the Eastern woodlands of Ohio. We didn’t eat much fish beyond the occasional perch and bluegill we caught in our farm pond. As an adult I’ve never developed a taste for…
By a very strange series of events, I find myself in Costa Rica for two weeks. Not bad, eh? Except that I had to leave behind my husband and son in South Dakota. The morning…
Late last night I returned from a very quick but very long trek into northern Alberta, Canada. (More on that later.) Just for fun, here’s a poem I just put together this morning based on,…