This is russian thistle in her glory. Look at her climb a ladder of carbon to the sun, with precisely placed synapses to receive the wind. The colour of her sepals (not […]
The Mind of a Thistle
Two Ways of Autumn
The european fern meets the Plateau sage. They enter the cold together. One holds below the ground. One holds in the sky. To both, the cold is nothing. As you can see, […]
The Sun at Work
The sun reveals the shape of darkness. That’s its work. With light, heat, radiation and even gravity, that’s what it does. The earth rises to it. Even when it falls. Movement is […]
The True Gift
Before it is received, it is an offering. After it is received, it requires an offering. One gives oneself. Nothing else will do.
Ripeness
It’s not something to eat. It is a way. I’m following it for a bit. If I lose a few words for a few days for the next few weeks, talk to […]
Autumn and the Wind
Thoreau called images like the ones below “autumnal”. He described the ripeness of such leaves at great length. He called them fruits. Keats did much the same. He called them mellow fruitfulness, on the […]
Do We Need Art?
This is not story telling. It is bodies. This is story telling. It is about turning away from bodies towards artificial ones. Is art an invasive species?
Rejoicing with the Gardener
Ah, Autumn! Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. And one lone Bramley hanging out with her friends. The front garden beside them is putting on a fall show. Vetch is dragging the old […]
Walking With Bears: a meditation on the place of ecocritical writing today
This is a folded land. Not all lands are made like that, but this one is. We can expect folds from it, and lines of energy, planes tilted up at odd angles, […]
Poets, It is Time for the Real Work Now
Here’s Okanagan Lake, an over-deepened fjord lake full of fossil water just down from my house. It’s the remnant of a much deeper lake, called Glacial Lake Penticton. The top of the green […]
Okanagan Okanogan 