To feel the wind colder, you step outside. Turn your heart east, and you are faced with mountains tall and sheer, with a frosting of snow on the tippy tops. Turn your heart west, and brush your windy hair from your eyes to see a desert of sand and lonesome dreams. To feel the wind slightly warmer, you step inside. An elephant rumbles at one giant wall, a creepy monkey plays it's cymbals at the window, and a jackrabbit stares at you with one eye near the crackling of a woodstove. Against the opposite wall, a table with found objects placed on top: bits of glass, peculiar rocks, tiny little toys, shotgun shells, anything you might possibly pick up when roaming around in the middle of nowhere...all organized by red, purple, yellow, gray....you follow. This is the Old School House of artist John Simpkins.
Story Online and in 1859/July-August 2016
To get away is to gain the courage to stay.
"In Chiloquin, Oregon, a tribesman held a hand drum at the Sprague River’s edge. He closed his eyes and readied for the opening prayer at the annual Return of the C’waam Ceremony. The C’waam, also known as the Lost River sucker, has sustained the Klamath tribes during hard times. According to native lore, watchmen stood along the riverbanks to see when the fish would return."
Story Online and in 1859/May-June 2016
Walking down Walla Walla’s Main Street on a Saturday afternoon, you may notice a curious sandwich board sign pointing upstairs to the Museum of Un-Natural History. Your interest piqued, you may climb the old wooden stairs above Tallman Pharmacy, open an unassuming door and walk into Gerald Matthews’ surreal imagination.
Story Online and in print 1889 Magazine | Summer 2018
Once yearly, when the snow starts falling & the eggnog's a bubblin', I host a "Cheesy Goodness Holiday Portrait" photoshoot in my ghetto home
Between 2009 and 2016, I worked seasonally as a ranger in various parks & wilderness areas.
You know the bar down the street don't close for an hour
We should take a walk and look at all the flowers
...with a fishing problem. Rolling around America's great North Star, avoiding grizzlies whilst carrying the deepest yearning to see one.
At its peak, the town reached a population of about 600 in 1910.