The Okanogan River (left) Entering the Columbia At the mouth of the Okanogan River, which begins with snow melting on the rocks above my house in mid-winter, water is privately owned, whether […]
What starts out cool and soft and evaporating out of stone … … leaves stone behind, warm and hard and singing in the wind. These are the mysteries.
If you want to find beetles, give them a soft bed, the complementary shape to a beetle, and wait. They will come, because they made you that way.
She doesn’t know spring, summer or fall, drought or rain. She just knows the flow within twigs. Her connection with the earth is that sure and self-contained.
This is how to walk through the face of the sun. Pretty great, eh! NASA, sorry guys, but we’re already there.
Or two at once. Hello from down at the bottom of the pool. Anyway you shake it, we are trout looking up.
Celebrate the season! It’s a colour palette for rejoicing. Art without four seasons. Life without four seasons. Life with dozens, often two at the same time, passing through each other like clouds! […]
The cinder cone is gone, but the bones of the land remain. This is my city, Vernon, viewed from its northeast rim. In the center left of the image is the old […]
Either this … … or Google’s algorhythmic reductions. Both are images of the human mind frozen in time.
The ancient salmon forests of the Pacific Coast were felled long ago. Well, most of them. Hoh Some of the lost ones went to houses in Vancouver and Seattle. People still live […]