After a long migration, the bison return to their beloved river of song. This place, this little patch of eden, is watched over by the three sister hemlocks, growing side by side, from the same nurse log. Two hundred feet below, beside this hurdy-gurdy creek, the bison reacquaint themselves with this community of life, this crease in the hand of the gods, this summer “hunting” grounds. Read the rest of this entry »

As the bison migrate west, they travel out of buckle of the bible belt. Read the rest of this entry »