When spruce, rose and reeds meet on the shore, three different edges merge. Lightning By Any Other Name To the spruce, the edge of the lake is the edge of wet earth. […]
When spruce, rose and reeds meet on the shore, three different edges merge. Lightning By Any Other Name To the spruce, the edge of the lake is the edge of wet earth. […]
No wasp, no thistle. Big Bar Esker, Marble Mountains No thistle, no wasp.
Now, isn’t She a great planet! The beaver fells the tree, builds a dam and brings fish and ducks out of, really, the air. And, years later, the stump grows a bearberry […]
For two weeks I have been in the land of the water. Dawn at Big Bar Lake Beach I find it amazing that the social country I live in is not built […]
I’ve been hanging out up on the Plateau, where the year has ripened fully. Not Blending in Anymore (Or Needing To) Every day, Yellow Pond is a new colour. Big Bar […]
A year ago I wrote about the Paradise Apple, the apple of the Celts, and the apple of legend. I’ll let you read it again, and then I’ll show you the happy […]
Move over, Mississippi! Why is our beautiful clean river, the Okanogan, so brown when it hits the blue Columbia?* The Crossing This image was taken from the site of the old Hudson […]
While bears were breeding apples tens of thousands of years ago in the apple forests of Khazakstan, down south in Kyrgyzstan, humans were living in walnut forests and breeding walnuts. Here are […]
Plants don’t grow in dirt. Well, maybe snow buckwheat. The old glacial river eddy (above) high above Priest Valley had its gravel bed stripped away fifteen years ago. So far, nothing has […]
White ash scribbler! Gardom Lake Compare the language of the poplar, which is less process and more about repetition and echo. And the firs and cottonwoods? Well. What benders. Firs dark, cottonwoods […]