This might be my favorite picture of my dearly departed cat, Deuce. She was three at the time, and we lived in San Jose. In this picture, she’s looking out the sliding glass door at the backyard wildlife. You’d never …
A month or so ago, I was walking around in nature and my friend asked something to the effect of “who’s your favorite nature writer?”—and I gave a lousy answer. I think I said something like “Hands down, Muir. Then …
Ten days ago I went for a wee walk at Gowlland Tod Provincial Park—one of Vancouver Island’s bajillion parks. I had plans to go back a few days later and walk some more of the 25km of trails, but then …