A Guide to Reduce Our Impact Through Recycling, Upcycling and Supporting Mycorestoration. — Oceans are vital to our survival. They regulate our climate, produce over half the world’s oxygen, drive many economies, and provide us with ingredients for food and medicine. Yet, while we reap the benefits, ocean environments are suffering. Annually, 8 million tons of plastic wind up in the ocean, creating…

Unseen Connections Beneath the Surface — We had a dry winter, followed by a drier spring. By summer, it was hot, the ground was baking and the lakes were lower than ever. Then, by the grace of Freyr, it rained. All through the mountains, mushrooms of red, purple, green, and beige unearthed themselves in quiet celebration…

March Six Word Photo Story Challenge: “Movement” — Snowfall dances against the darkness — illuminated I lost my keys. It’s a cold night. I move back and forth along the sidewalk. Minutes pass before I find them — gray metal dusted in powdered snow. In my car, I’m wracked with shivers. Melted snowflakes cling to my eyelashes. I peer outside. In my search, I hadn’t…

A Grateful Goodbye to Snowfall — In the Southwest’s arid landscapes, moisture is scarce. Treasured. Hoped and prayed for.

Six Word Photo Story: Freestyle — Smile — it’s a beautiful winter day. It’s been cold. Miserable. But I’m desperate to feel the sun, the breeze, on my face. God, do I need fresh air! I drive the four minutes to the town trail. Easy. Paved. Quiet, except for the song of happy birds. …

Six-Word Photo Story: Freestyle — Wherever I wander, the void follows The morning light shines on the orange amphitheater, sandstone carved in orange and white. Aspens quake, shaking loose the morning dew. Fog swirls up above and down below, stealing the view from my eyes. It’s sprinkling. The temperature drops, and my arms are covered in gooseflesh. Soon, nothing is left…

September Six Word Photo Story Challenge: “Comfort” — Mountain rains still my busy mind. My stomach’s been in knots today. I don’t know why. Sometimes that’s just how it is. My chest feels tight. My keys are cold in my hand, but the air is warm on my face. I’m relieved as I buckle my seatbelt. It’s not ideal weather for driving up the…

Velvet Petals in the Desert — Hard, dark stone, littered with petrified wood and glittering pebbles. Colorful lichen and dusty juniper. A warm day walking a rocky cliffside. Hollow footsteps. An empty valley stretches below me. The carved canyons at Zion stand behind me, just out of view. Grasses grow from fine sand. A cactus blooms…

Graffiti & Street Art: April Prompt — A walk through art into darkness These tunnels are full of graffiti — miles long. Some beautiful. Some offensive or experimental. Some nonsensical. Colors, bright and clashing fill the darkness with light but do nothing to slow my heartbeat as I walk toward the unknown. I’m drawn to it. If you enjoyed this piece, you might…