Author: Michael Stevens

This morning, the sun arose in a cloudless sky—turquoise blue from horizon to horizon. Birds are flapping and preening while taking a drink at our water offering. The now bare trees, having shed their...

I am writing this a few days before the 2024 presidential election. Both candidates have descended into a war of words warning about the opposition. It is not about policies, it is about personality....

The night is drawing a shade over a gray sky on this cold autumn day. I notice a chill more characteristic of winter teasing its way into the air as trees and plants retreat...

The land is very flat and spacious in this part of the great plains just beyond the vision of the Rocky Mountains. I am ten years old and spending the summer here at my...

I awoke this morning following a very strange and wondrous dream and I did not feel like I occupied a body. Looking at my hands, they seemed to belong to someone else. Reaching to...

The wind sends fabric into a billowing wave as it hangs from a clothesline in our backyard. Breaths of air seem to start at the bottom and, like an ocean swell, move upward through...

The Deschutes River courses through a small canyon and is relatively quiet on this autumn day. Waterfalls are softer, signs of reduced streamflows in early fall. Gentle ripples gather into deep silent pools hosting...

It looks like it is snowing outside our home. Velvety gray-white flakes gently fall to the ground, occasionally swirling in a breath of wind before landing. But these flakes are not made of frozen...

Three young mule deer bucks, part of our neighborhood herd, decided to hang in our front yard this morning. They seem to enjoy resting in our mulched xeriscaped area beside a small patch of...

Sometimes we see something over and over again without recognizing it. On this particular occasion, I am hiking up a mountain path near timberline and come across a slope covered in a dense mat...