Future Posting on Native Plants

Prelude I started identifying native plants when I was twelve. Looking back, I realize I have always been drawn to quiet, hidden away places in nature. I grew up in farmland, but my immediate family didn’t farm, so I watched with fascinated interest as the fields around my home played out the seasons of farming…

A Cow Horse I Once Knew

He seemed to think it was part of his big-sky-cow-horse persona to buck; even at his ripe old age of 26

Hand Made History

A quilt made by my mother’s mother. It’s hand pieced, hand quilted, and hand worn. My mother’s mother saw the beauty in the old shirts, aprons, and curtains no longer useful in their original form, and re-imagined them into something vibrant and lively. I never knew my mother’s mother, but I’ve seen some of her…

Wyoming Rock Art

The specific meanings of the images seem less important to me than the awareness of humans passing through and leaving symbols of their passing

Share the Road, Wyoming Style

Cattle are coming down off summer pasture in the next month, or so. Scenes like this are common place in Wyoming. If you are just passing through, and you come across folks moving cattle down the road, please slow down. Way down. You can gently drive through the cattle, they’ll move out of your way….

People of the Past

I wasn’t looking for artifacts, I was just hiking along an old Wyoming two-track. Finding flakes and flake tools was not a surprise: artifacts are scattered all across the high plains of Wyoming, sometimes in surprising density, and sometimes, like this time, a single deposit. Medicine Lodge, a site in northern Wyoming, has been inhabited…