Patrick Kelly

I had a moral dilemma. I was driving home from work on a small back road as I usually do to avoid traffic. As I was heading north, two juvenile robins…

I saw a bird miss the line the other day. I had never seen that before. Truth is, birds sticking the landing was so ingrained in my very concept of a bird…

Springtime in Cache Valley is marked by many events. It is a seasonal turn full of unrelenting life. The signs and the emotions they revive are marked by…

It feels odd to be denning in the spring. Our usual season to escape back into the out of doors has shifted radically for society at-large. It is odd…

There are some days that I just don’t have it in me to get outside. Maybe it’s the winter blues; maybe it’s exhaustion from a full day’s work. Either way,…

I am sitting next to friends on top of the skeleton of an excavator from the 1950s at an abandoned uranium mining site. All around us are tamarisk chokes,…

Every morning, me and my dog Sable go on a hike. It’s not a trek, but just an early morning walk up our favorite hidden canyon which lies in plain sight.…

My mother’s father died of cancer three months before I was born. From his memory, I carry his first name as my middle: Orville. For most of my life, this…

Sunrise at Tony Grove. It’s beauty comes from all directions at once and gives this place an air one can’t help but breathe deep.As I park at the lot…

As a child I loved nature. Not liked: loved. I consumed it. I learned the names and types of animals especially, from all over the world. My love was…