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My local creek is the site of a foreign invasion. You wouldn’t know to look at it; it seems like an ordinary urban creek, full of jagged rocks, algae, and litter; maybe some ducks skimming along the top. But according to the bright yellow sign by the bridge, there may be thousands of invaders lurking
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I can hear it before I even open my eyes for the morning. It’s like walking by a stadium; thousands of rowdy voices clamoring together. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sit up on my knees in bed and peer through the dusty screen out across our cold, grey backyard. In the distance, I
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Whenever I peruse the woods and shore at Matthews Beach, just a few yards from the residential creek that so captured my attention several years ago, I hope to find something interesting and significant half-buried in the sand or nestled beneath the frothy fern fronds and ivy roots. Luckily, I have found many interesting items
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Sequim is the crown jewel of lavender in Washington state, and it’s easy to see why!
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An invasive weed, a glorious golden hue; seed pods that crack, and we can never go back…
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I remember the first time I read the word “licorice fern.” It was stamped clearly into the stone wall of one of the staircases at Multnomah Falls. I had recently emigrated to the west side of Oregon from the high desert of the east side of the state, for school, so I was taking every
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Shades of turquoise, burgundy and gold abound in the Norwegian archipelago of Lofoten.
Anna A. Snook 