Will you believe me if I tell you that everything in this world has a soul like us? Even rock…
It’s 130 miles of mostly empty desert from Baker, California to the center of Death Valley…
During my childhood the dinner table was a gladiator pit of wills between my father and I. He was a proficient gardener who could make the wind-hardened Wyoming soil bend to his will and I was a preteen food critic who would only approve of food that were deep fried, or covered in chocolate…
We have a whole underground community of coyotes living in our very dense urban Seattle neighborhood. Here are some quick pics of a mangy pair we caught ambling through the ‘hood last year, very clearly territory-marking.
