We are home ground. A piece of earth rich with every mineral, with water, and air. We are the place where I need to sit, with every inch of my skin. Where fibered roots reach deep,tendriled, complex, holding firm within a matrix of dark soil that will not shift in fear. We are a riot […]
I wasn’t the first enviro-dweeb to bastardise that cultural reference to underscore the demise of the American West under the hoofed locusts of the meat industrial complex, but I dearly hoped I might be one of the last. Lo, here we are nearly two decades later and still there are assholes like Cliven Bundy and […]militia, ranching
Experiments with Motion Blur – a curtain of Lodgepole Pines infested with Pine Bark Beetle.