Moments of Unimagined Beauty Orcas at sunset, the first shooting star of spring, a snowy owl on a bitterly cold winter morning—once these things were gifts from a power I cannot name, something bigger than me, than all of us. But how do I think about them now? Text...
Yellowstone Trilogy, Part Three An Inordinate Fondness for Bison Wake up before the bison jams, leave the road, and rediscover wonder in the stories the Yellowstone landscape has to tell. Text and Photos by David Krohne When a vicar asked the...
Yellowstone Trilogy, Part Two A Map of Yellowstone A map holds more than geographic data; it reveals how we conceptualize the natural world. Text and Photos by David Krohne I am in love with maps. And I have a lot of them. They document my history and my...
Yellowstone Trilogy, Part One Flickering Shadows of Bears One indicator of a life spent in good country is to lose count of the grizzlies you’ve seen. Text and Photos by David Krohne I pushed out of the head-high willows along the Gallatin River into a sage flat to...
The Fixed Stars What can age not steal from us? Photos and text by David Krohne Age is a thief. It steals the present tense. I was a mountaineer. I was an endurance athlete. I was a wilderness traveler. I was an outdoorsman. I was a professor of ecology. These...
One Fish Each fish tells a different story . . . Photos and text by David KrohneMore than a million salmon came up the Columbia River this year. That’s far more than in 2021 but far less than the 16 million that entered the river every year before we did our best to...
"Your World for a Moment" Photos by David Krohne Text by Steve Charles “When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for a moment.” Georgia O’Keefe said that, and she walked the talk. Her paintings of flowers, so carefully and lovingly...
"Pasque Flower" by David Krohne
A Forty Here and There Something magical is happening at Kankakee Sands in northwest Indiana. by David Krohne I’ve turned south onto US 63 from I-74. I’m on the way to visit some old friends. I left the westernmost American beech and the big woods on the bluff...
