“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
For audio version click here The dark haired Australian mother was smiling and shouting to her husband and her boys, “Come back. You’ve gone too bloody far.” Arms crossed in front of her, she was shivering in the mist. At a wet 40 degrees the Lamar Valley was a glistening, clear, cold, wild place. She was watching her husband and two young sons standing on a hill on the other side of the Lamar River looking […]
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For audio version click here Driving south from the Little Big Horn Battlefield into Wyoming, through Ranchester and Sheridan, skating past the Tongue River and Dayton, we began to climb through the Big Horn Mountains. We cut up through switchbacks, through escarpments, past synclines opened to our view by road cuts, higher and higher to a view of hundreds of miles of gold land and maroon shadows and ribbons of green where streams moved past […]
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For audio version click here I had forgotten about the sky. Thirty years ago, on my last visit to Wyoming, I remember being overwhelmed by its endlessness, but thirty years dulls the sensations of most memories as it had mine. Now when we walked out onto the sage and grasslands, I felt both the surge of those ‘felt’ memories returning and the present intoxication of such a direct, forceful landscape. Southeastern Pennsylvania is fat and green and […]
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For audio version click here This is a dry land. From atop Custer Ridge and Last Stand Hill the land drops to the south to the Little Big Horn River through coulees and ravines, almost all of it covered under this October sun with gray thistle and hairy golden aster, with prickly pear and gramma grass. To the north the ground continues to be broken and yellow with knee high grass – there are all […]
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