Johnson County Exit Through the soupy January mix of darkness and rain, it is difficult to see the painted lines on the highway. The truck fishtails at 45. On-coming traffic—a hundred eye-like lights—push from the suburbs into the city, choreographed,... Continue Reading →
Kayaking the Upper Buffalo Whitewater rainbows in spray, pool dropping between willows, river birch, driftwood—three buzzards, droop-shouldered, perch in ash. Popping lid on tin of sardines, one bird lifts immediately into flight, begins to turn circles on wingtip. Sun splashes... Continue Reading →
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