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First Snow

First Snow

By Elizabeth Enslin on October 27, 2009

A photograph of the first snow of the season in eastern Oregon mountains.

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Light Snow in February

Coyote Calling

By Elizabeth Enslin on February 27, 2009

It was the howling and yipping of coyotes on the edge of the Grande Ronde canyon a few years ago that confirmed for me a need to get closer to the wild….

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Snow on Mt. Tabor

Snow Inspiration

By Elizabeth Enslin on January 27, 2009

Snow on Mt. Tabor Is it routine or breaks in routine that give me inspiration?  I can’t be sure, but I do know that another unusual snowfall today invited me out for a morning walk with Django and invigorated my work the rest of the day.

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Christmas Snow

By Elizabeth Enslin on December 26, 2008

The snow is melting now; I’m going to miss it.  Oh, I’ll be glad to be able to drive again without worrying about chains and snow shovels.  But I’ve enjoyed almost two weeks with a good excuse for not driving, shopping, or doing the usual Christmas run-around.  Snow enforced stillness and quiet and convinced me  

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Being Here

By Elizabeth Enslin on December 19, 2008

I came across a haunting essay, “Am I Still Here?” by  Anthony Doerr in the January/February issue of Orion.  It begins like this: I HARBOR A DARK TWIN INSIDE. He’s a sun-starved, ropy bastard and he lives somewhere north of my heart. Every day he gets a little stronger. He’s a weed, he’s a creeper; he’s  

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Finally!

Balancing Work and Play

By Elizabeth Enslin on December 17, 2008

It’s snowing here in Portland, Oregon, and I’m wondering whether or not to start a blog. Django – my eighty-two pound, chocolate, standard poodle- doesn’t care. He’s been hinting at other activities all day with barks, yawns, groans, hopeful looks, nudges, playbows. I’ve been ignoring him to work on this fledgling website, respond to a literary journal interested in one of my essays, send another essay on its first submissions round, eat lunch, answer phone calls, wash dishes, read some blogs to see if I really want to become one of millions sharing the minutiae of everyday life….

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