It’s great to have readers!

I set out to follow my river home and to sing the journey as a map.

The Nkwentkwitkw, below Rattlesnake Ridge, photo by Harold Rhenisch

I had singing instructors.

A Couple of my People in the Russian Olives on Klluskenitkw, photo by Harold Rhenisch

And a sound track:

I had co-travellers.

Raven keeping an eye on me, Bella Vista Hills, photo by Harold Rhenisch

And another soundtrack.

And as the years went on and I found a clean path to the book’s long lines, another:

And I entered old songs.

Pahto, near Mool Mool, photo by Harold Rhenisch

And met people who live within them.

A Big Guy on Turtle Ridge, photo by Harold Rhenisch

And now the land and water have new readers. That is very fine. I set out to sing a landscape.

Coyote Cliffs, Kalamalka Lake, photo by Harold Rhenisch

I learned that it is a world. In the final stages of the book, my soundtrack was this:

Thank you, all.