Alex WoodardThe Chicken and The HawkWe sat outside on the patio furniture, sun-drunk in the calm before the Thanksgiving storm.·2 min read·Dec 15, 2021----
Alex WoodardThe Little EggToday is Mother’s Day. I’m not one. I’m apparently surrounded by them, though. There are signs of new life everywhere, from baby turtles…·2 min read·Dec 12, 2020----
Alex WoodardThe RiverThe headwaters of the Salmon River empty into this fertile basin, bordered on one side by the Sawtooth range and the other by the White…·2 min read·Dec 9, 2020----
Alex WoodardEvidence To The ContraryI saw them again this morning. Just the mama moose this time, with her twins.·3 min read·Dec 7, 2020----
Alex WoodardTwinsThe sun was barely cresting the ridge this morning when we saw them. Emma growled low and I told her to hush, because I wanted to hold the…·2 min read·Dec 4, 2020----
Alex WoodardAnd They FlewThe evening before I left for the mountains, I headed down to the makeshift house to say goodbye.·1 min read·Dec 2, 2020----
Alex WoodardEverything And NothingI asked him if the ocean was glowing like this the last time we surfed together at night, and he said, “Thankfully, no.”·2 min read·Dec 2, 2020----
