Ten years ago today I started writing here at b.rox. I didn’t give much thought to the content of that first post, in terms of…
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Ten years ago today I started writing here at b.rox. I didn’t give much thought to the content of that first post, in terms of…
Nov. 16, 2013: I officiated a civic tree-blessing ceremony on the bayou. We had a real-live fire dancer and Big Chief David Montana led us in singing “Indian Red.” Still can’t believe this really happened. It seems remarkable that someone like me, without any relevant credential, would be invited to do something like this. Many thanks to Jared Zeller et al for pulling this together. And thanks to Michael Homan for taking these photos.
It wasn’t until after Labor Day that I passed by the bayou and saw what Isaac had done to my favorite tree. This is the…
The wounded tree that stands at the end of Bayou St. John is even more wounded now. What happened here? Bark is scattered all around…
I woke around dawn to the sound of heavy downpouring rain. After it kept up for a while, I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed,…
Photo by Jenn Forman Orth Yesterday my daughter and I were sitting on the front steps playing the “game of hiding.” That’s where she grabs…
There are low-hanging tree branches on the Jeff Davis bike path. As MaPó said, it can be “cruel to the tall and the swift.” I…