Clara Swan

Reading line by lyrical line, Connors’ writing transports one onto the infinite and finite realm of nature, clear and pure. You not only learn from former renowned naturalists, you linger over delicate, yet manly prose. Connors’ incite into the intricacies of quiet, ancient woodland rubs off on the reader, if allowed. Enter the Gila with caution as you may want to give up on cities and suburbs, people and politics, noice and hoopla, and feel the need to go quietly into the canyon and forests where few have tread.