[brlockwood]

Distance

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[oakandthorns]

A foggy morning in Yellowstone

[brlockwood]

🌲 I recently went for a hike in a forest known as the Alan Seeger Natural Area. It’s a 390 acre patch of woods that is considered to be an old-growth forest, which is rare in the eastern US. Old-growth forests get a lot of attention when it comes to conservation and the production of ecosystem services. And for good reason. They’re valuable. But with all the attention they get you’d think we would have a good idea of what an old-growth forest actually is. Turns out, it’s not so simple. To find out why, check out my latest post on Substack

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[brlockwood]

The textured bark of Nyssa sylvatica (black gum) always sticks out in the forest

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[brlockwood]

Growth

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[brlockwood]

Black coffee in the morning is what I need

[brlockwood]

Scene 

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[brlockwood]

Photo by 🇸🇮 Janko Ferlič 

[brlockwood]

Gaze

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[worldofautumn]

Lost

[brlockwood]

Photo by Venti Views 

[brlockwood]

Uprooted

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[brlockwood]

Spent the day editing an academic manuscript and I’m pretty sure my brain is now too wrecked for editing my fiction piece

[brlockwood]

After being back on this site for a few days, Tumblr feels like the least interactive of all the social media sites. There just doesn’t seem to be as much interaction between users as on a site like Twitter, or even Instagram. 

[bluejeanbeth]

[brlockwood]

Announcing...

I’m pretty excited to announce that in September I had a short story published by Briefly Write. Here’s an excerpt:

Wheretime

An old bird flies over an old road, as a man drives west through the countryside. He drives to a town that is unremarkable, neither large nor small, and its signpost lies face down in the grass.

As he drives, the man sees no cars, nor bicycles, nor vehicles of any kind. He drives down a street with no lines, and he sees no unbroken windows nor intact doors.

He turns on the radio, but no stations are nearby, so he hears no voices, nor music. No lights illuminate the buildings, and when he rolls down his window, no scents stream from the restaurants.

If you like literary pieces about place and meaning, you can read the full piece for free, here

[brlockwood]

I don’t know, maybe letting capitalists run social media wasn’t a good idea from the start