An infrequent blog consisting of project dispatches, reflections, and stories from the borderlands

Reconciliation of Open Space & Tucson’s Birthplace

Once, not long ago, Black Mountain stood over a winding river and mesquite bosque 5 miles wide with 60 ft tall trees. A forest where jaguars from the south and grizzly bears from the north could travel unnoticed between sky islands. Early western ecologists would describe the dense, biodiverse riparian corridor along Santa Cruz River…

Our Life Force and Legacy

As a kid exploring the dry river bed of the Santa Cruz, I couldn’t imagine the banks lined with anything other than scraggly palo verde and tamarisk trees. I would have rolled my eyes if you told me to listen for the sounds of trickling water and rustling rushes in the shadow of interstate-10. Back…

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