This week, I’d like to look at how we might extend the notion of map-making to read the environment in ways that release opportunities that are currently blocked by contemporary maps. In […]
Towards a New Cartography: Introduction
Hawk on the Hunt
At 15 Below, all the little chickadees were in the weeds, and the hawk came by over my left shoulder at 1 metre altitude, seeing who it could spook. While it was […]
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 […]
Alive in the World: Beyond Poetry and Science
The sun rises in the east? No, not really. It materializes in the fog. Sure, objectively, the earth turns, and there the sun is, ta da, but, seriously, look: But is it […]
The Three Bodies of Song Sparrow Singing Away
The whole idea of separating life into a taxonomy of species misses connection. A little water, some sage brush hills, a lone siya? and some Douglas firs peaking over from the Head […]
Climate Change? Not This Time
It used to be that Canada geese, those endearing and silly honkers, flew south to the United States for the winter, and then came back north. Now they honk around the Okanagan […]
Getting Dizzy Hunting Marmots in January
Following the new deer trail uphill because the clouds are so beautiful today. Ah, the hawks are back. Here’s one looking for a marmot on Marmot Rock, on Marmot Hill. […]
Weed Planet
When “nature” is a collection of weeds, one might think that colonialism was complete and that we are living in the end times. Weeds, smoke mixed into the winter fog, the morning […]
When Trees are Weeds: Truth and Reconciliation from the Ground Up
Yesterday I started a meditation on classicism, and how the cultures within Canada have some choices, given German experience with the power, failure and abuse of classical models as a means of […]
Writing and Reading as Natural Pattern: No More Classrooms, Please
You know, it’s beautiful. Patterns. A gravel pit, even. Now, if you walk to the side and look back, what do you see? Other patterns. Rhythms. And a relationship between round […]
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