We have gone back to the shrine at the base of the walnut tree a couple more times. It’s a beautiful woodland and somehow it feels like the right thing to leave some flowers at the base of that tree.
There are hundreds of places in the deserts and woodlands where humans dreaming of a better life have died. The environmentally devastating wall being built along the wild border of Mexico and the United States will do nothing to deter those dreams.
The photos are mine.
I grew up in the land of the black walnut, Juglans nigra. And, if you grew up in the eastern…
Petey is enthusiastic about the naturally occurring grass parks that create magical openings in the coniferous forests of the White Mountains.
Petey leaves work for the hills after deciding that being there now would be better than being here now.
