There is no place I would rather be on the Fourth of July than Paris, population 513. The patriotic program there, which was started thirty-four years ago, is the best I’ve ever gone to. Continue reading
On April 9, an afternoon rainstorm rolled through Lewiston, where I live, and I set out camera in hand to capture sights from the storm. Continue reading
Sometimes the lives of our ancestors are encapsulated in a box or trunk discovered in a room upon the death of a loved one. Such was the case of Alfred Frederick (A.F.) McCarthy. Continue reading
Here’s an image of the upper sheep pasture of our property near Challis. When I drove there on a recent evening to feed our Pyrenees guard dogs, Benny and Bobby, I discovered a ewe off by herself suffering from mastitis. Continue reading
When I was a young girl, a friend and her family took me fishing on Warm River, about fifteen miles north of Rexburg in Fremont County. I had never been fishing before, so it was a memorable experience. Last April, on a nice day to take a drive, when it was slightly overcast and I was suffering from a bit of spring fever, I set out to see if I could find the same area I had fished so many years earlier. Continue reading
The distant rumble of an all-too-familiar summer storm approaches from the west. I take a few steps outside my place near Jerome and look to the southeast, to judge how high the clouds are by the amount of light being reflected from the radio towers on the butte. The faint red glow tells me that lightning is more than likely hitting the ground. Another two rumbles that sound as I walk back into the house to grab my camera confirm my earlier thought. I decide to grab the camera, umbrella, and a jacket and walk onto the field rather than driving, as I am most likely working against a quickly shrinking timetable. With gear in hand, I head out and am instantly greeted by the cool, musty smell of rain being driven my way by the breeze. Continue reading
Most folks who travel around the state will have run into a bucolic scene such as the one in this photo by John Lewis, posted on IDAHO magazine’s Facebook page a while back. The image drew both praise and a word of caution, which perhaps says something about our complex times. Continue reading
Last summer, I was interested in taking photographs of lavender fields as they came into bloom and I watched for advertisements or Facebook postings about local farms. Fortunately, I set out on opening day because upon arrival, there were many people anxious to cut their lavender bouquets. Continue reading
Ahh, finally eighteen below zero and beautiful. I have been waiting for a day like this for months. Sadly, winter temperatures too often hover between twenty and thirty-five degrees above zero, much too warm for the magic of arctic cold.
You draw in that sub-zero air and it’s more refreshing than a mouthful of peppermint with a dash of dry ice. Air so crisp it seems it could snap at any moment. The moisture in the air freezes and falls in a sparkly, slow-motion dance to the ground. This miraculous and dynamic gift from the North facilitates art for those willing to fetch it. Continue reading
Story and Photo by Christina Hawkins Last summer, I went with my husband Michael and daughter Hayden, who was then four, to a “secret” private pond in the western part of the state. It has a zip-line, a
