Part 14, still floeing, still flowing. 6 July There are several things I wanted to write about but keep forgetting, so, I’ll see how this goes – the ice push: the ice […]
“It would shock you too…” “…the things we used to do on grass.” (Brisbane, California 2018. See my other work here and here. XTC rules.)
Eastern Oregon. Fifty miles of inhospitable road offers this, and it is worth every inch.
Part 13, the ice and wind come to call. 2 July Rainy, windy, cold day yesterday. Rain finally cleared and I banded a few hapless birds. The egg season is slacking off. […]
If you don’t like what it means today, do something about it. In the early 1950s, I stumbled and bumbled my way through elementary school. The Cold War had begun, and we […]
Part 12, in which the Arctic poppies show their mettle, the snow bunting chicks emerge, and a polar bear leaves its mark. 27 June Although my alarm went off at 2200, I […]
In April, Donald’s awful behavior hit new records with respect to his adultery, race-baiting that specifically targeted immigrants from Central America and the Caribbean, and new policies that are anti-environment and pro-pollution.
On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree. I have lately become taken with trees. This has been growing the past several years, as I have […]
Part 11. The summer of abnormal distribution, fried radios, and a translucent moon progresses in the Arctic Ocean. 21 June Yesterday was a long day, and I never got to write. We continued confirming […]
Part 10. The ice is loosening its grip on the island, the bossman comes to call, after fifteen days I almost take off all of my clothes to bathe in the semi-freshwater […]