Holland Lake Magic | Crepuscular rays break out over Holland Lake in the Swan Valley. Depression shrinks the world. Invisible walls of the mind are formidable barriers, it turns out, containing my physical being to a space the size of an oversized sofa. On an hourly cycle, I pause whatever trashy YouTube video I’m watching to pace the living room. For a moment, I feel a surge of life. But life, I’m quickly reminded, is exhausting and I am back on the couch within five minut

Longest Shadows | A shadow swallows the landscape as the sun sets in the North Hills. Depression is difficult to describe to the uninitiated. It is even more difficult to describe to the initiated. Its expression is as diverse as its hosts. The word carries the weight of a thousand bison stood on one's chest, more than enough to crush a person, but somehow not enough to zero out vital signs. How odd it is to be alive in body but dead in spirit. Every breath is labored, but

Golden Hour, Rattlesnake Creek | Rattlesnake Creek takes flight from its headwaters in the Rattlesnake Wilderness. I am rereading Indian Creek Chronicles by Pete Fromm for what has to be the 4th, 5th or 10th time. The book, chronicling the author’s experience manning a remote wilderness outpost in Idaho for seven months in the 1980s, is nourishment for the wild soul. Each passage is a dispatch from a recent, yet bygone era. Alone on the edge of the largest Wilderness comple