The stifling remnants of summer have fled at last. Cool autumn air has settled in across the land. Although the trees remain fully leafed, the exhausted gardens sag into their final season.
Autumn may be the season of melancholy, but I don’t feel it. On the contrary, its sudden arrival enlivens every cell of my body. I celebrate the autumn breeze.
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“Why do we have a garden?” we ask ourselves when the weather makes working in the yard a sweltering pain. For food, for exercise, for meditative relaxation.
In these flower portraits, the colors, textures, and exquisite delicacy of blooming plants are an appealing target for my lens.
Tomorrow the equinox arrives. Tomorrow ends longer days as we pass through a moment of balance between light and dark.
Technology can enhance our lives, but something is lost as well. And relying too much on technological solutions can actually be dangerous, especially with outdoor recreation.
There has been a persistent sense among many Americans that national parks are special places, even sacred. It was Horace Albright, the second Director of the National Park Service, who said in 1930 that “Only God can create a national park.” Such theologically tinged interpretations, of course, borrow on the leftover patriotism of nineteenth-century Manifest Destiny. This story of the…
The Memphis Interfaith Coalition for Action and Hope (MICAH) brings together a diverse and passionate crowd of citizens committed to tackling the city’s most pressing challenges.
