A stack of criss-cross bones … … goes walking in the weeds, trot, trip, trit, trop. Et voilà! A trail in the shape of their bones. Not just that, but bunchgrass […]
A stack of criss-cross bones … … goes walking in the weeds, trot, trip, trit, trop. Et voilà! A trail in the shape of their bones. Not just that, but bunchgrass […]
When I was a young man back in the day, it was commonplace to encounter British writers having an awfully hard time accommodating the blues (for instance) into their writing, without anglifying […]
It’s good to do things in the right order. First, you see who has stuck a camera to his eye. Oh him. I saw him years back when I was stuck behind […]
It’s a random name. We could call it The Leather Tree, or Tree of the Blue Flame, or Sourbush, but Staghorn it is, romantic as all get out, but why? Is it […]
Big sunflowers are for the birds and big apes, eh. But small ones, the gloriously misnamed arrow-leafed balsam root, are for tiny birds, who peck the tiny seeds, and deer, who munch […]
Look how the doe and her daughter come over the hill in the fog. She comes first, clears the sage, and stops. This puts her daughter behind, screened by the bush. There’s […]
In order to properly understand even what we’re talking about when we talk about artificial intelligence, we need to know, in the first place, what the terms mean. If we don’t, we […]
You can hide behind stuff. Sure, you might get spotted, but I bet that most times you don’t. And, in the end, the sagebrush masks one’s intentions. In a landscape that’s a […]
It’s the time of year for laying out a jigsaw on the kitchen table, but if the rest of the family is setting the table for dinner there, what to do? Aha! […]
Ripeness is not “ready for eating,” no matter what the dictionaries say. Neither is it “mature.” Have a look. One definition is “sensuous and full”, as in “ripe lips,” and another “emitting […]