On living somewhere without a sense of place

I didn’t know that a sense of place was important to me until I moved to Colorado a few years ago. It’s an odd premise—a sense of place. It’s hard, impossible even, to define precisely what I (or anyone else, for that matter) means when invoking it. But however we try to pin it down, … Continue reading On living somewhere without a sense of place →

Orienting myself out in the world

Having recently read through two of Tristan Gooley's "how to read" books—How to Read Nature and How to Read Water—I have spent the past couple of weeks in awe of how little I notice about the natural world around me. (A few months ago, after reading Rob Walker's The Art of Noticing, I felt similarly … Continue reading Orienting myself out in the world →