
The waxwings… … and the fermented rose hips they eat … … have both split their intelligence into multiple intelligences. They are one mind, not two. Of course, it works the other […]
The waxwings… … and the fermented rose hips they eat … … have both split their intelligence into multiple intelligences. They are one mind, not two. Of course, it works the other […]
Here’s what might sound at first like a fantastical story, but it does end with a deeply practical point. I hope you enjoy it! To start, look at the spirit whale of […]
Fools call these moons asian pears and eat them before they are ripe. She was once the golden sun of September. Now she is ripe and oozing mysterious sugar. This is fruit for the […]
These drainage waves were formed 10,000 years ago when a lake as large as a sea filling the valley below my house drained in half a day. They are still catching sun […]
Ice freezes in flat sheets down on the old fjord lake. A few days later, it is broken up by the wind, in angular chunks, as the repeated rising and falling, linear […]
The Big Sage blossoms with its scrubby flower stalks in the fall. There’s not great colour in them, but they do stick way up high. I’ve wondered about that often, with thoughts […]
When the land presses energy out, it makes a trail. Water can follow that trail, or that trail can be picked up by shrubs and lifted to the air, as in the […]
Isn’t it very fine. There are the saskatoons of winter, with bark in a palette of rose and plum. Then there are the saskatoons of springtime. Look at their palette now! (This […]
It might be tiny, but these poplars breathe in the slow breath of its tides, not in the fast one of that jet speeding south to Vancouver overhead. The tides flood through us, […]
Taking away the leaves and showiness, and the sun reflecting in a white glare off of the scales of her limbs, and what is a saskatoon? Just look at her palette, from […]