Nature

A Different Kind of Paradise

Wandering in the Saharan Desert of Tunisia

A Mountain’s Manifesto

I am currently sitting at my parents’ dining room table in Las Vegas, staring at a mountain through their bay window…

Falcon’s Freedom Flight

Today, while I was out walking our dog in a nearby park, I witnessed a wonderful thing.

Who We Are At the Edge

“I become a transparent eyeball,” Emerson wrote. “I am nothing.”

Poem: Sequoia

Way up high,
Serene and free,
Upon the great Sequoia tree,
A song performed so gracefully,
Can Amuse the Eagles, Hawks and Condors…