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 […]
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 […]
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 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 […]
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 […]
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. […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
I showed you some beautiful patterns that poetry was able to read from natural processes. Here are some further patterns, that extend them into useful manipulations. Notice that these, too, are not […]
Let me demonstrate why playing with pattern is a vital strategy. Here is what looks like a hill. Note it is made out of rocks. They have done a good job of […]