On the northern flank of Kobau Mountain, they flow into each other. Yesterday it was best to speak of them as one. Still are.
On the northern flank of Kobau Mountain, they flow into each other. Yesterday it was best to speak of them as one. Still are.
This morning at Blind Creek. Now, that’s grass.
A bad day for flying, too. Ponderosa Pines on Turtle Ridge So, maybe you can still catch a bite, right? In the fall rye? You know, the vegetable field, past and future […]
Yesterday, I introduced you to the tragedy of Narcissa Whitman. Her story, as my next post will how, remains relevant today, not the least because how she suffered as a woman in […]
Imagine if you could ride a horse out of your country and arrive in Heaven. Hillsideon the Kooskooskie River The land is written with stories, in stone, water and animals, across some […]
Yes we can. Here is a picture of 200 years of history. This is not a picture of nature. That’s the strangest thing. The lake is managed, not for its own needs […]
Just, like, you know, find a cliff and get rooted. This is an old railway cut, but a road cut will do fine. For this approach, it’s good to be below a […]
The Earth is a spiritual place. I mean, it’s an energy. This energy draws matter to it. It takes shape. The Earth is a shape of this kind. All things on Earth […]
It is the year to become sagebrush! Let us have an end to fences this time around! Blessings, all you Cascadians out there!
When we are finally a people of the land, we will know how to speak and what words to use. Until then, let’s celebrate those who live this life already. The ones […]