Jim Crumley

Jim Crumley

Ravens, sorcery and snow

January 23 2018

Ravens don’t hang about. No sooner have the late afternoons begun to nudge towards daylit early evenings than they start to flex territorial muscles.

Jim Crumley

Jim Crumley: Embrace the new year, embrace your future

January 2 2018

Happy New Year, and welcome to 2018! It occurred to me as I eyed its blank canvas stretching off into imponderable distance, a landscape fertile with hope, packed with life’s possibilities, that 20 years ago this year I went to Alaska, and my life’s compass realigned itself.

Jim Crumley

Whispers and folklore

December 12 2017

Something trembled in a corner of my sight, something tiny and pale in all that pinewood landscape. A mountain burn tumbles past the corner of the wood and into the river there, and where their banks meet is a small stand of aspens.

Jim Crumley

Why winter’s future is bleak

December 5 2017

Did you notice that last Friday, December 1, the day you hung up your advent calendar (because nothing says Christmas like chocolate coins), and the first day of meteorological winter, it got milder?