Rock falls are earth. They power complex communities. Beautifully. They speak of gravity and sun and air, and bring them to life. Soil is what water leaves. Dirt is tillage. It is time […]
Rock falls are earth. They power complex communities. Beautifully. They speak of gravity and sun and air, and bring them to life. Soil is what water leaves. Dirt is tillage. It is time […]
It is the time of year when colour leaves the valley. The red choke cherries of summer are black. The skies are grey. The sun we knew in summer is gone. This […]
One: You will need a poplar tree to drop yellow leaves on the ground. Leave them. Let it rain, freeze, thaw and snow in intervals. Two months later, drop one green leaf on top. […]
The grass is a cultural being. So are cat tails and so is poetry. Talk about a rhyme scheme, eh! First, the grass. Not only does it have its own culture, but […]
In November, in Cascadia, it is springtime, whether you are in the wetlands on an island in the ocean … Oyster Bay, Vancouver Island … or far inland, in the grasslands, where […]
I’d like to show you some photos today, from a country that does not exist. This is the German colony that formed in the Okanagan Valley of British Columbia after the First […]
Creating a tension with gravity is key. Blue-bunched wheat grass and big sage.
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, […]
It’s not just that winter is coming. Its first breath is as much winter as its depths. We remember ourselves in it. We rise up out of the grass.
First, two pictures of gravity. I don’t mean the effects of gravity. I mean gravity. Gravity is not mathematics. It’s either here in these pine cones or it doesn’t exist. Water carries […]