Someone drew a line in the sand of our grassland between the mountains. The line is nothing. This is our country. These are words and images for our country. Here you can catch a man from this country thinking about what it means to be home.
Okanagan Okanogan
Uniting art and science in the earth.
I have been wondering where I would find your words. Here they are. Solid. As shifting sands. Real. As blowing winds. Deep. As unknown soil ontop of bedrock. We shall dig in and find. Truth? What we are looking for? What we never expected to find? I am glad to have found you. Here’s to writing and reading and the great and terrible power of our words. And I thank you for the widsom, insight… and simply words… you share.
HI – Thanks for following the Beagle Project. I learned of your site via Tamara, too, and have enjoyed following for the last several months. Excellent photography!
Hey, thanks. Glad to be onboard.