Yanamama

This is a shadowless land. There is an austere beauty here that demands respect, although to one accustomed to the lush greenery of a wet cl...

Curtains of rain a hundred miles long  billow under a level gray valance of clouds. Blown by a cold west wind they reveal and conceal...

Winter stopped by today. We have been graced with a slow fall, drifting from green to yellow and red, with a glorious blue background each ...

The rain clouds have blown in again. From the second floor windows I watched the western mountains fade behind falling gray sheets. I was s...