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Hawk Above Coyote Bluff: Becoming the Land Walking

In my country, human consciousness is created when human animals engage in the weaving of the earth together with its spiritual stories. They are often recorded in the land, waiting to be […]
Welcome to the Land of the Big Heads

It’s called the Okanagan Valley now, north of the 1846 border that divided this land into two. South of that line, it’s known as Okanogan County, Washington, USA — hardly a valley. Early […]
What Do You Call a Photograph When It’s Not Made With Light?

Photography: writing with light. A more anglo-saxon suggestion is sun print. There’s more to them than prints on paper. See that? That snow buckwheat is light written or (im)printed on metamorphic bedrock, or, actually, […]
Of Universities and Love

Universities are the place in which Western societies educate their youth, create knowledge, and pass on social values. I wonder why that doesn’t happen here: The Salmon River Enters the Snake It […]
Cascadia: Land of Fire

Cascadia rises out of the seabeds of the continental plains, where a hot, conductive current rises from deep in the earth and shears and curls around the impenetrable ancient rock of the North American […]
The Beaches of Cascadia

If your country started out as a chain of volcanoes …. …very exotic volcanoes… … in the tropical Pacific, very different volcanoes …. … in five different island chains over 150 million […]
Return to the Snake River at the End of Time

High above the confluence of the Snake and Clearwater rivers, in the southeastern reach of my plateau homeland, the Camas Prairie catches the sky. The camas once bloomed in blue fields here. […]
The Voice of a Great Cascadian River

Chapman’s Bar: a gravel bar in the Fraser River.As the heat breaks, the rain begins in the ancestral homeland of the grassland peoples. Some rocks never dried out. The spring river made […]
Be Like the Mouse Beneath the Hawk

This is Pahto, mistakenly called Mount Adams. She is one of the wives of the sun. Look at her rising like the sun over the White Swan plain. We’re a long way […]