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I love the sun. Now, I don’t always like it, but I always do love it. It’s a relationship that is both iterative and consistent, built by years of…
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Founded in 1997, Stokes Nature Center sits on the river trail at the mouth of Logan Canyon. After a complete renovation, the center is having a grand…
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In the time of year which straddles Winter’s Ligeti and Summer’s Scheherezade lies Spring’s perpetual Peer Gynt Morning Mood. Spring is a unique…
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Sometimes I have a hard time coming up with fun or fancy things to say for the radio. It’s just a thing that happens.When that happens, sometimes I’ll…
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If it flies like a duck, and it quacks like a duck, but there’s hundreds in a maelstrom whirlpool whose torrent of wingbeats make your ears mute and skull…
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The fresh morning snow teaches me things I didn’t know, and reminds me of that which I had forgotten after a long year living once more with dark, firm…
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In times like these, I enjoy the mid-autumn sunshine. The trees now shed of their light-hungry leaves, let brightness again seep to the porous earth’s…
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The Eastern shore of Bear Lake is a quiet place.Far from the hubbub and close to what is good for usSeldom visited by those who wantAnd home to all that…
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What does it mean to speak and not simply talk? Does it mean you croak back with ravens? Or does it mean that ravens croak back with you? I have spent…
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What does it mean to speak and not simply talk? Does it mean you croak back with ravens? Or does it mean that ravens croak back with you? I have spent…