Today my father turns 85, and he remains a living presence that continues to teach and inspire for those who pay attention.
Trees can grow to gargantuan proportions, given the right conditions and enough time. I am grateful for having touched some of the oldest and largest living things on earth.
Horace Albright’s legacy enjoys high esteem, but many of the precedents he set for the National Park Service have contributed to problems that parks now face.
Everyone needs to “make a living,” but the economics of life are secondary to making a point, making a difference.
Kiki may be Elvis Presley’s most devoted fan, having moved to Memphis in 1985 from Greece to care for The King’s grave.
The National Park Service’s management of nature offers America’s wild places as contrived experiences to meet the spiritual expectations of the consumer public.
I am back now, resolved to persevere. The pain stays with me, but in many ways I am recovered and reclaimed.
Claims that tourism involves colonization, terrorism, dispossession, commodification are valid, but these are reasons to take tourists more seriously and study them more carefully.
A short poem on hiking: One foot in front, then the other.
Write clearly. Obscurity may have its pleasures, but readers want your insight, your experience, your wisdom made plain. They appreciate clarity.
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.
A piece of wisdom from an experienced teacher that has been valuable in my own teaching but also an important life lesson.