Brief Bio

The story has its own valor. The story raises its hackles. The story holds us dear. The story arches and pops. The story gathers people. The story takes a camera. The story loosens up. The story never answers. The story smells of swamp. The story has leeches on its legs. The story eggs us on. The story scares everybody. The story hums.

The story studies stumps. White pines grew by the rivers, then started up again in abandoned sheep pastures. The story has a history.