Yearling mule deer buck, in the rain-soaked gloaming Friday evening…
The gyre of storms is not just in the atmosphere
Where I live, in the inland Northwest, the transition from mid-October to mid-November is swift and dramatic. I still have tan lines on my legs from blue-skied, October swims in the river. But, now, instead of a bathing suit under my short…
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