Walking in fields with cows
March is usually a miserable prick of a month in Missouri. The wind! It never ends. It presses against the windows with the fists of invisible…
Kitties v. Armadillo
How is it that an armadillo can be completely oblivious to these two ferocious killers? And worse, that these two ferocious killers are completely unprovoked by…
That night when we forgot to feed the cows on time
During the rare weekend when our head cattle guy heads out of town, cow duties fall on Jon’s shoulders. It’s not exactly a chore he adores.…
You Must Go Here: Elephant Rocks
Natural resource PR doesn’t really reach my corner of Missouri. I suspect advertising for those ventures are more aimed at people in Kansas City and St.…
Patio Pickers: Do they work?
It’s February, which means it’s almost spring, which means the front section of every hardware store and garden center in the region is bursting with optimistic…
On Assignment: The best mustache in Oklahoma
I hit a tidal wave of freelance assignments in February, one of which took me to the Bates Training Center in Wyandotte, Oklahoma. That’s where I…
Boarded rooms
I took this picture of an MFA on some gutted main street in a Missouri town I passed through a few weeks ago. Didn’t know what…
My diller killer
Armadillos aren’t native to Missouri, but we’re seeing them come in droves. Blame global warming. Or deny global warming. But the fact of life is that…
Fall? Already? Alrighty.
Every region with deciduous trees likes to brag about its leaf change. Where I grew up on the Oregon Coast, we were happy enough with brief…
The pumpkin kings
Jon partnered up with our insane(ly wonderful) neighbor Loren to plant a giant pumpkin patch in a spare corner of our front hay field. We sort…
the flying farmers 