Katherine

Like many of the symbols in Terry Tempest William’s Refuge, the peregrine falcon appears at the very end of a chapter supposedly about something completely different: starlings. Williams talks of arriving at the […]

When I was younger, I would often go on tiny trips to small isolated pockets of woods. They were rarely actually far from civilization at all, but to my childish imagination they were the deepest wilderness I’d […]

I was most struck by how very deliberate and ordered David Kline’s life appears to be. I am far from accustomed to farm life, I kind of just figured it was messy and left it at that. I’d actually been slightly […]

When reading Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, I was struck by her sense of constant observation. I found this book relatable to a startling  degree–I’ve never seen my own thoughts reflected back at me, […]

The first thing that struck me about Brown’s Bog was the sound of the boardwalk. I wondered whether anyone was listening, but the sound of our class’ shoes on the old wood boardwalk sounded musical in its own […]

Maybe it’s an evolutionary callback to a long-unneeded instinct, but the cover of trees always feels like a form of sanctuary. Though the reek of manure pervades the entrance to the forest, the worn wooden path q […]

A decent car ride away from my home is a hiking path that’s well worth the trip. It’s a picnic area named for a misunderstood stone carving, known locally as the slightly pejorative name ‘Squaw Rock,’ contrar […]