We were like deer, they were like grizzly. We had small country. They changed the mountains, and made the rivers to run backward. Spoke good words that did not last long, and sat in pews to quarrel about god. Why do bad men dwell in good houses? - Nez Perce poem

Winter reveals the architecture of trees

More bonding over dinner

“I wonder if we do ourselves harm by taking part in this enterprise” -captain of the Lord Ligonier slave ship in Roots. “What harm can there be in prosperity?”- simpering slave trader. Are we reaping the whirlwind? We most certainly are

Good morning, hope you find some beauty today

Record profits are unpaid wages

Images from nature bring light and love. the marsh wren's nest building is reassuring, the entrance even lined with cat-tail fur.