Hemmed-In Hollow
The bluffs of the Ozarks so beautiful I could cry, but hiking the steep terrain makes me want to cry, too. As do the bugs, the…
The dogwoods are in bloom
My God, they are lovely. The white blossoms seem to hang independently of the trees when I see them in the forest. They look like floating…
Here and gone
I’ve lived here three years and I still get lost on the county roads. They’re not well-signed. Google Maps is not reliable. The service drops out…
Just another roadside attraction
We woke before dawn, unwilling, groaning. Unless sex is on the table, I prefer sleeping in. But the occasion merited the cause. Across state lines in…
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…
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.…
Ozarks Getaway: Eureka Springs
If you’ve never been, imagining a small-town Ozarks town is an impossible task. We fall into some mysterious imagined zone between Mayberry and Lake Wobegon–neither of…
Bluff Dwellers Cavern
It was 1925, and when Arthur Browning felt cool air welling from a low dark crack on his property, he knew that the bluff masked a…
Finally, flight!
So I semi-market this as a blog about farmers who fly and yet there is so little evidence of flying! Since we’ve moved out of our…
On assignment: Hmong immigrant farmers
Whenever I go out on assignment for a freelance story, I end up with dozens of great photos. Unfortunately, only a small handful ever make it…
