Life Along The River

Blue

“Don’t go any further,” she shouts into the wind. The man holds his hand against the baseball cap on his head and smiles, thrusts his other arm out into the wind as if he might make himself into a sail of some sort, lift up off the ground, fly away from her. He motions for her…

Ancient

We are ancient, or think we are. Our tired knees and bruised heels tell us so as we climb from the valley floor to the lookout, the one perched high on the ridge above the valley. We spend an hour here before descending to the lake for camp. We make dinner and eat as the…

Entering the Caldera

The bison arrive just after the father walks to the river with his camera and the mother and boy sit and eat snacks on a bench near the car. It seems sudden, the bison there, sauntering with heads swaying, between the cars and up along the sidewalk. The mother and boy sit on the bench…