Howdy, November friends! This is one of my favorite months: my birthday, my anniversary, fall leaves leading to winter whisps, and time to rest and rejuvenate with family. I have a new piece published here, and it’s all about the incredibly special bond I have with my sister. She got to join me on a … More November update! New post published on THE EDDY.
I successfully defended my master’s degree on May 28, 2020. I am proud to now have a MS in Watershed Sciences – Geomorphology and Earth Surface Processes from Utah State University, Magna Cum Laude. That’s a jumble of words: just remember I study river sand 🙂 I used a fantastic GIS tool called a StoryMap … More Master of Science, Madeline Friend!
This is the second in a collaborative three-part series called “River Windows” with Jasmine Wilhelm. You can read part one of the triptych, called “Tools,” here. Necessities He takes me to the desert where the sky is bright and clean and while he holds me he whispers of alpine snow and winter green. Once more … More “Necessities”
This update was originally disseminated on the Glen Canyon Institute mailing list. Lake Powell traps all fine sediment that once moved through Glen Canyon and into Marble and Grand Canyons. Sediment transported into Lake Powell by the Colorado River near Hite, by the San Juan River downstream from Mexican Hat, and by other tributaries now forms deltas … More Research update!
I drive away again from the place I’ve always called home but this time I’m driving to somewhere instead of just from. Winter came late this year and maybe it’s okay to let seasons match souls. There’s a flat road expanse beneath the beeline of in between. I think I’ve realized there’s no perfect button, … More From Home
While on the Main Salmon River this summer, I found myself on a yellow raft with two guide gals and a guest, talking and reminiscing about art and community and creating. From that conversation stemmed a series of collaborative poems and art. I crafted words and my dear friend Jazzy developed the phenomenal illustrations. You … More Tools
I drove past a river today unexpectedly and found myself jealous of the fisherman purging her depths. I should learn to fish so I can stand unbothered. Maybe my truest want is to be not just on the river but with the river, in the river, of the river. How to be human? I ask … More Requiem For A River
This is the space of spirits where you and I forge together not collide. Living becomes dead and dead is once more Alive. Water pools and pours over needy, broken shreds of glass turned sand turned boulder turned obstacle turned vantage point and we stand. All together at once we shift to the molten movement … More This Is The Space Of Spirits
right now forever flows freely but only incrementally for exists a headwaters dam and where salmon should spawn instead suffocates healing breath. Mountains recede abdicating their peaks for knolls of simplicity and braid the streams ever-so-quietly as if a sandbar is all they can say right now. This is all they can give. Meanwhile the mainstream roils … More The River Drainage Of Despair
Desiccated air snatches raindrops before they meet ground. It’s not just hot here in the inferno of gold-fire sandstone, those stolid walls that hold the heat of eons. Copper ramparts twist to liquid illuminating and reflecting, daring you to describe water. Today it is titan rust, a metallic illusion of shadow we could endlessly follow. … More The Desert Moves Yes