The Road
by Ethel Mortenson Davis Because this night is so cold and beautiful with a thin-lipped moon just above the horizon, we will walk the road. The road over there– that is waiting, the one that climbs up...
View ArticleGangs
by Ethel Mortenson Davis The local people say, don’t walk out in the wilderness unless you carry a gun, because of large predators and wild dogs— dogs turned loose in the desert, abused and neglected....
View ArticleRabbit
by Ethel Mortenson Davis All week the rabbit came to the fence. The dogs barked at first, then gave up. The rabbit was covered in tumors, one large one covering the side of his face with bulging eye....
View ArticleLittle did I know a pack of wild dogs was trying to slip up on me
a photograph by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son
View ArticleNight Ride
by Ethel Mortenson Davis Come with me, down where the trees are, for there is a line of sky without clouds, and soon the earth will be the color of red honey. Come with me, for there is enough feed for...
View ArticleFawn
by Ethel Mortenson Davis The rain yields to the drying wind, trilliums ceasing, forget-me-nots thriving, the dogs loving the walk in the morning rain. The afternoon sun puts the old dog to sleep....
View ArticleA New Year
by Thomas Davis The old year hung behind a hill that sang with birds and bears and animals as numerous as water plummeting over black rock to a canyon far below a granite cliff. The new year, over the...
View ArticleWhere We Walk in Potawatomi Every Morning
A photograph by Sonja Bingen after her walk with her mother and father in Potawatomi State Park a mile from our house in Sturgeon Bay, the place where Ethel and I walk with our dogs, Juno and Pax,...
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