West of the mountains, Western Red Cedar bends with the wind and grows tall in the rain forests. East of the mountains, she bends with the snow and takes her sweet time. Either way, she finds the sun.
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I am working at rebuilding human relationships to the earth, growing the global from the local and developing new environmental technologies out of close observation of the land. The land is the watershed and run of the Okanagan River in the North American West, and the Chilcotin and Columbia volcanic plateaus and basins that surround it. It is the goal of this blog to build the future now and to do it through attention to art, earth, science and beauty, so that there is, actually, a future for our children and a path for them to feel out their way to the earth should they ever find themselves in the dark. The project will lead to two book manuscripts in the summer of 2013, one on the salmon of the Okanagan River, the last major run on the Columbia system, and the other on the connection between the Manhattan Project and the political and industrial face of Eastern Washington and Southern British Columbia. They will do so within the broader context of land-based technologies, in forms that are simultaneously art and science. In this land without borders, there is no international line at the 49th parallel, cutting our country in two, and no imagined wall between settler and indigenous cultures. We are all walking together. We are all the land speaking.
- Flowers Holding Flowers Up and Making a Festival Tent for the Birds
- The Paradise Apple, Modern Farming and the Apple of the Celts
- Apple Harvest, Gloriously
- New Water Collection Technologies for the Okanagan
- Okanagan Chestnuts
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- 25 Herbs and Spices for the Okanagan Kitchen
- The Problem With Canada
- How to Ask a Question of the Earth (and how to hear the answer)
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I think the sun is buried under the snow these days!
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Yes, ours are giving shelter to flitting juncos, chickadees, kinglets…robins are underneath this morning, and the sun (!) glints off the branches. I love the arc of the snow-covered branch here, too.
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And when they spring free the space they make remains. Nest-making is such a deeply-seated impulse!
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