OUR CATEGORY : Weyman Chan

Near Milk River, looking for the Sweetgrass Hills

I did not come here to excuse my self or anyone else. It was because the feathered bracts and wind whipped stalks that dry-lashed the warbler and her cheek slant morning brow like a forgiving aunt wearing her hat shadow in this remarkable early heat, which seemed to sigh for more leafhoppers braying, “rotten wood […]