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I was walking past our neighbor’s alfalfa field yesterday and saw this: Richard Long has been visiting our town! That was my immediate conclusion. He makes or witnesses lines in natural settings, like this one from his book “Mountains and … Continue reading
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Several times a week I walk up and down the foothills our town of Woodland Hills perches on. Santaquin Peak and Tower Mountain rise above us to the southeast and east, Utah Valley stretches away to the north. I carry … Continue reading
A couple of weeks ago Sam Rushforth handed me his red hat. For you, he said. That’s your favorite hat, I said. Part of my ongoing attempt to keep you from looking like a total dork, he said. Thank you, … Continue reading
A sequence of photos taken yesterday give a sense for the changing sky.
WHITE POWER. WHITE POWER. One sign after the other — Summit Creek’s big signs offering land for sale along the road I climb almost daily to work up a sweat — was defaced by white spray paint. The next three … Continue reading
when, instead of planting bluegrass that requires irrigation and a lawnmower and fertilizer and weedkiller, you encourage your yard to do what it adapted to on the foothill of the mountain, you find, as i did this morning, an array … Continue reading
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The cul de sac we live on in Woodland Hills is a favorite place for lovers. There are no houses at the end, and the site overlooks Utah Valley, with a spectacular view at night. Lovers often leave behind evidence of … Continue reading
After a few weeks of snow, lots of snow, snow we really like, our dining room ceiling started to leak against the outside wall. The wisdom of the internet said it might be an ice dam. I climbed up on … Continue reading
I looked out on this view (winter is dramatic!):