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 […]
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 […]
This is an old growth forest full of weeds. The sage brush is the weed … … not the bunch grass. Sagebrush is an indigenous plant, but it comes in a bit thickly when […]
The land I live on was an island that crashed into a continent. It buckled and smashed and was pushed up into the air by the collision. The old seabeds of its […]
Oh, here’s a person: Your writer says hi. When you get a whole bunch of persons together you get people. Like this: Plateau Men Fishing, Celilo Falls on the Columbia River, c.1950 […]
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 […]