human destruction

A falcon hovers over the field. Brown hillsides, rounded peaks, and the dark wall of the canyon beyond town stand out in breathtaking relief in the late afternoon sun. As…

Some cynical philosopher stenciled a few words in the center of the park road. They read: “Nature is wrong.” The words are fading away, which brings a smile. Nature will…

Following a meditation under the massive old sycamore, I drop down the short, steep bank to the shallow stream. Standing under and little way away from the tree, I see…