Let’s talk about poetry … or, rather, let’s behold some creative writing … …in place: Cougar Point, Cascadia Creative writing is a cultural practice, engaged in by a group of practitioners […]
Because the mountains recede in waves… … in the Similkameen… … when they don’t, they stand out, even when they are within this language of bodies. Note the cultural markings on this […]
On the grasslands of the Similkameen, where the mountains are the sky, one forgets, at times, to pay attention to distance, but here is a reminder. Notice the remnants of a lakebed […]
The ground is rich with opal here. Mostly, it is in thin sheets repairing the splintered rock from the violent collision that made this land. You can read it, though. On the […]
I was formed by the water, soil and air of a mountain valley. One of the consequences is that, to me, the mountains are not “in” the sky, do not “block” the […]
A map is a grid of power. You could map the whole valley out into that grid, and you’d have a pretty good idea where things were really happening in modern industrial […]
Maps are power. We could look at the hill in the snow. And map the slope angles and relationships of the hill (not the contours but flat planes), or those parts that […]
There’s a little bit of modern science that speaks for randomness, and an exquisite branch of mathematics that calculates it, and yet, as red osier dogwood points out, it’s not right. Rowan […]
Can we map land and water like this? If we reversed it, it would be a different map, like this: This profound difference would, I think, be honest. It would reflect how […]
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