If you were to walk up this draw in the Similkameen, you would meet a few of the Earth’s faces at the toes of these interlocked ridges, pass by them in story, and meet the life that collects around them. Soon you would get lost in the trees and have to either backtrack or climb out. What a story your walking powers. A bird sure wouldn’t see it this way!

The Place of Yellow Flowers

As you descend, the bushes on the brow are drawn down to the faces, and your face among them, eating. There is no place having a face higher up. That is the place of trees.