Well, when it falls from the sky, it bends over all the bee-catching people, and covers all other trails. There where rain pools, seed falls. Porcupine grass bends willingly to this pressure. […]
Trails are made by the land, and the eye in movement with the land, but not by the land alone. A trail down to flooded Columbia River at the McNary National […]
Trees open. The opening is us, not them, but we can’t do it without them.