The film was gorgeous but Tim’s short presentation afterward was electrifying, careening through fifty years of conservation history as his beautiful photographs flashed across the projector screen. As I watched, I couldn’t help but wonder where river awareness has been my entire life.
Writers on an oaky hill
Wind sweeps birdsong by
Tiny spider reads the page
It’s not very often life hands you a story, fully formed, that begs to be told. A really Good Story. Okay, there are the little stories. Like the time we let a bag of meat rot under our steps. Or when my four-year-old nephew accidentally backed my brother’s truck into a lake. I’m talking about the…