MY FATHER has collected the most substantial body of fish-based Index of Biotic Integrity data for a watershed of its size anywhere in the world. This is an accomplishment he can Continue reading →

BRITISH COLUMBIA is burning, like so much of the West — and like so much of the West, Seattle is smoky, streets dim and Victorian, mountains hazy, particulate levels exceedingly high. Continue reading →

AS I SWERVE OFF the exit toward the Grand Canyon corridor on AZ-64, I talk with my wife, who has called me from home, on the hands-free. We debate which would Continue reading →

“Forceps,” I called, and Therese placed the metal tool in my outstretched hand.  I pinched the sharp ends together and lowered it into the narrow opening, keeping my eyes trained on Continue reading →

I’m the self-appointed inspector of the alley behind our house. A mop rests end-up on my neighbor’s chain-link fence, its teardrop loops of purple string drying in the heat. Wisteria, I Continue reading →