I’ve been on a journey. The journey is the coming home. It is the story. It is the going forward to come back. Every spring, the Earth changes the story. Every spring […]
Earth Mother in Secwepemc Country
The Marmots Are Up and At ‘Em
Yellow-Bellied Marmot, Nicola Lake Pretty early, I’d say. I wonder what it knows.
Every Plant Makes a Stand
I promised to talk about plants, as a form of stopping a run. Yeah, a run. Very great stuff. Like this. The Rhine, Looking Southeast to the Lorelei, the Siren’s Rock If […]
The Beauty and Danger of Using My Camera as a Calculator of Geometric Mathematics
There is great beauty in the way the processor of my camera seeks out fractal patterns in information and remembers the image through a series of mathematical repetitions, rather than a laying […]
Artificial Intelligence: Stopping the Run
Here is a post-glacial stone concentrating the landscape into will, in the way a will deor nes, a “wild deer cape” was a royal hunting preserve, designed to transfer Earth’s energy into […]
Á, Flow and Run: The Ancestral Energies
The river, we saw, flows to the sea. The N’chi’wan’a (Hanford Reach) That’s the Grasslands of Setah Creek smoking up the air. That’s rather disingenuous. A river is a flow. This is […]
What is Will, Anyway?
I was talking about the mind of the wilderness. If you want to refresh the conversation, have a look here: The Mind of the Wilderness. Some Mind at Work The rose bush […]
Watching Deer in the Fog
Look how the doe and her daughter come over the hill in the fog. She comes first, clears the sage, and stops. This puts her daughter behind, screened by the bush. There’s […]
Cascadia, Illahie, and La langue de nos mères
Here is the Similkameen Valley in The British Columbia. This is the land that holds me, and which made me, just below the foreground slope (Mount Kobau). Just behind it is the […]
Would You Go on a Winter Flower Tour?
You’d have a good time, I’m sure. It would draw thoughts away from Winter-Is-A-Catastrophe and Global-Warming-Is-Ruining-Things-This-Month-Alone. And that’s a good thing. Oh, and Birds. They look like flowers up there, don’t […]
Okanagan Okanogan 