The summer I turned 13, my father took me steelhead fishing on the Klickitat River in Washington. By then I figure he had put in hundreds of hours, patiently teaching me to fish for those noble creatures. On this particular…
This was a business trip with Cal, my business partner. Honest. We talked about luring new clients, wading through paperwork, reeling from the shock of Covid-19. We tied up loose ends. We cast about for new ideas. We analyzed our…
With a wary eye on Rosie. Wood Nymph butterfly. Spotted Towhee, in from the red-eye flight. Bear tracks. Pine White butterfly. Rosie in her happy place. Okay, me too. Sunset at Halfmoon Bay. Fireweed. Blacktail deer. Smiles all 'round. Until…
I’m sure there are sound journalistic principles for never cramming a folk singer, a lost dog, the city of Eugene, power lines, butterflies, trout fishing,…
This little Gray Hairstreak butterfly sat obligingly for a photo op in North Vancouver's Seymour Conservation Reserve the other day. I noticed it fluttering around…