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Field Notes: A Meadow in a Skein
Erin TurbittThere are certain places in Wyoming that don't announce themselves. They're easy to drive past without a second thought. A pullout along the highway. A quiet trail. An open meadow...
Field Notes: A Meadow in a Skein
Erin TurbittThere are certain places in Wyoming that don't announce themselves. They're easy to drive past without a second thought. A pullout along the highway. A quiet trail. An open meadow...
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Field Notes: Indian Paintbrush
Erin TurbittThere are some flowers that seem almost too bold for the landscapes they call home. Indian Paintbrush isn't one of them. Across Wyoming, it rises from sagebrush, mountain meadows, and...
Field Notes: Indian Paintbrush
Erin TurbittThere are some flowers that seem almost too bold for the landscapes they call home. Indian Paintbrush isn't one of them. Across Wyoming, it rises from sagebrush, mountain meadows, and...
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Field Notes: Why the Crow Leaves Gifts
Erin TurbittCrows have a reputation for gathering things. A smooth stone. A curious feather. A bit of colored glass that catches the light just so. I've always loved that about them....
Field Notes: Why the Crow Leaves Gifts
Erin TurbittCrows have a reputation for gathering things. A smooth stone. A curious feather. A bit of colored glass that catches the light just so. I've always loved that about them....
