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 […]
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 […]
This morning, I showed an image of the mouth of Asotin Creek, where the Moray Eels used to spawn in the Snake River grasslands, in the far west of Washington, before the […]
What is a river, then? It is a stream, a flow, a run, which gives a Rhine, a Rhone, a river and a row. But what is it, when those words aren’t […]
How long has this crow been flying at the mouth of the Snake River Canyon? Dunno. Here he is from the other side of the hill. I wonder how […]
So, imagine, if your people lived in the same place for ten thousand years. That means that something like 500 generations of children and parents would wake to the same mountain, overlooking the […]
He’s the Boy from Marseilles, the French Oblate Priest who came on the Oregon Trail and started two of the first missions in Washington Territory, singing the whole time. His first was […]
Imagine, if you just loved white things, and out of all the world you felt, well, you know, only at home there. Especially creamy white things. Especially yarrow. So it can […]
The quarry’s a good place to get a drink on a hot day. I’m probably the first human they’ve seen. Worth a second look, I guess. For me, too.A welcome […]
Welcome to the green pistil of the brittle prickly pear cactus flower!They don’t bloom every year, but they sure have a green heart! And the sweat bee dives in head first. Perhaps […]
What? Your calendar says “May”? What’s with that? Look again. It is the time for gold. Well, ore, at least. Well, leftovers from the mines up the hill. Oh, wait, there’s new […]