When I moved to western Oregon fourteen years ago, knowing that this would be my home for some time to come, I wanted to establish the same sense of place, the same deep spiritual connection to the land, that I developed over many years in my childhood home in the Minnesota River Valley. So I set to work digging in the soil, learning its texture and odor, sowing seeds, learning what would grow in which season. I took off exploring, not just on trails but setting up camp in the backcountry under old-growth firs, reading
A Sense of Place
A Sense of Place
A Sense of Place
When I moved to western Oregon fourteen years ago, knowing that this would be my home for some time to come, I wanted to establish the same sense of place, the same deep spiritual connection to the land, that I developed over many years in my childhood home in the Minnesota River Valley. So I set to work digging in the soil, learning its texture and odor, sowing seeds, learning what would grow in which season. I took off exploring, not just on trails but setting up camp in the backcountry under old-growth firs, reading