Author: Michael Stevens

The lake’s mood is quite blustery today. The wind sweeps her hand over the surface, sending waves of silvery ripples across the deep blue that makes Crater Lake famous. Bands of bright water shimmer...

The sandy soil of our high desert habitat does not seem like it would be very hospitable to flora species. But given the right amount of moisture, the desert blooms in beautiful carpets of...

As it is my karma to be a Dharma teacher, I do the best I can. I teach the same thing in a variety of ways and hope it is of some benefit. Nevertheless,...

The clouds have parted a bit and blue sky peeks through alternating grey and white cotton balls. Our silver-tip maples sing the song of wind as rustling leaves wave to the space around us....

We are enjoying a walk-about through a dry river bed that snakes its way through the high desert. Spring moisture has helped the wildflowers put on a show. Although not a super bloom, we...

When our country was engaged in what we refer to as the Revolutionary War, an untrained militia were issued firearms with which they could fight the battle. When the war was over the soldiers...

The Painted Hills unit of the John Day Fossil Beds National Monument is the most visited area of the park, but these days I think it is only because the hills have that ‘selfie...

I look out the front window of our home and notice some kids walking home from school. A young boy, toting a backpack nearly as large as he is, stares down at his smart...

Mark Twain noted that humans are the only animals that blush. Or need to. As I work with shovel and pickax to remove more water sucking sod from our front yard, I think about...

Many years ago I took a class from a Japanese man who built houses in the old style—no screws, no nails, only precise wood to wood joinery made with hand tools. I was offered...