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 […]
Mountains Are a Form of Weather
How to Spot a Coyote
Amazingly, I spotted him first (long after he spotted me.) It was the shape that caught my eye, not his colour. What is amazing about that is that I spotted the female, […]
Towards a New Cartography 8: Robin Did It
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 […]
Magpie and Porcupine and the Moon in the Grassland
Here’s a lovely correspondence. First, the magpie nest. Well, two nests. Lovely wooden moons in the trees. And then the porcupine in a mountain ash in a dry creaked high on the […]
Towards a New Cartography 6: A Living Map of Water
Here’s a traditional map: It is a map for travelling between cities and towns. Here’s a different kind of map, the government’s tourism photo of Kalamalka Lake, on the south shore of […]
Towards a New Cartography 4: Mapping Energy and Temporal Systems on a Visual Poetry Model
I was reading The Economist, when I chanced upon a review of Chigozie Obioma’s novel An Orchestra of Minorities, a love story (gone wrong) about a chicken farmer in Nigeria. The review was accompanied by this […]
Repaired post! Towards a New Cartography: Part 3, The Strength of Oral Story-Telling
A map is a device for locating oneself in space. Here’s an old map of early Okanogan County. Obviously, a map also orients one in time. Note as well, that the map […]
Towards a New Cartography, Part 2: Canada is not the Land…yet
The land has stories. To say “Hawk hunting chickadees on the edge of The Vineyard at the Rise in Vernon” is not the land’s story. That is the story of a mapped […]
The Beauty of Ice
Okanagan Lake is a deep inland fjord … …135 kilometres long… …full of a molten glacier 12,000 years old. The body of this glacier … … is composed of myriads of molten […]
Where Did You Say the Sun Rose?
In this deep inland fjord, it’s often the case that the sun that elsewhere (so I am told) rises in the East actually first shows itself in the west, as you can […]
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