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March 6, 2012
Of the Earth
My dad grew up on a farm in the Northwestern-most part of Washington State. He and his two brothers rose early every morning to feed the livestock, milk the cows and bale hay. Dad resented almost every minute except when he was tipping cows or tying makeshift parachutes around the farm cats and tossing them from the barn’s loft.
March 3, 2014
The Coconut Man of Bali
Words by Chia Chong Photography by Chia Chong and Hon Low* One very hot and equally humid morning on the island of Bali, Hon and I stumbled across a villager […]
May 18, 2014
honeysuckle: the birds and the bees
Words and Artwork by katherine sandoz Under the cloak of night, honeysuckle performs aromatic acrobatics to attract nocturnals. Moths and bats, not bees, taxi in to pollinate the plant. […]
