Convergences

by Michael Engelhard Everything is flowing—going somewhere, animals and so-called lifeless rocks as well as water. —John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra (19...

Mea Culpa

by Jane Routh Today I killed a pheasant. No bumps under the wheels; in the mirror it lay on the road plump and shiny, one small black feather floating away. It ...

ATM Street Art

“I want to inspire real change in the way we treat our environment. Making people aware that these birds exist is the first step. I like to paint birds th...