"...You learn not to pretty these things up. You learn to take them as they are. I go to (he culvert every so often and just sit quietly. I’m not looking for angels in the tag alders. I just watch the creek flow out the galvanized tube. Around the bend. When I was a kid I yearned to follow that water — on a raft, in a canoe, maybe just barefoot with a stick, Now I just sit there with my feet dangling, and I throw pebbles while the cold spring air makes my nose run, and I watch Beaver Creek slide smooth and quiet until it reoccurs to me that the world is constantly trying to bring everything level..."
Coop: A year of poultry, pigs and parenting (2009)