"Spare were the junipers, homely and stalwart, in loose array on the slow rise ... each tree casting its own distinct shadow as the passing clouds cast theirs. There was something civilized and welcoming in the way trees and creatures and human beings as well apportioned themselves in the land. The country presented itself in particulars – this juniper, this lichened rock, this golden eagle riding the thermals, this series of ecstatic, wailing coyote cries in the deep of the night – and this way that solitary things and happenings invited my attention seemed to show me traces at least of my own singularity, a sense of what I was and could be or could at least hope to be."
Essay "In Favor of Rootedness."
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