On the principle that a science that creates linkages based on the replicable observation of an individual observer (a fine principle)… Spillyay at Work, Columbia Gorge … leads to individual observers and […]
Huckleberries are nature. The old benches at Bridgeport, their sage, orchards, cheatgrass and windbreaks, are all nature, as is the controlled Columbia River. The abandoned orchard in Grand Coulee below, and its […]
Here’s a cherry orchard just south of The Dalles, at the western terminus of the Oregon Trail, looking west to the Mount Hood Volcano. The rounded crests of these glacial flood hills […]
Here’s the park. Why it is called a “park” is because it belongs to the Queen in the name of the people. That’s a little arrogant. This last tiny remnant of a […]
As the sun nears the horizon, the grassland reveals itself. Note the shift of colours towards red. That’s largely because cheatgrass, which has now gone to seed, dominates for a few weeks, […]
In this series of posts I am exploring a path towards unity from the scars and threads of the introduction of history with the energy that flows as the land. This is […]
In this series of posts I am exploring what might be required to set colonialism behind us and create a country for our future children’s children’s children, all of us, human, blackbird, […]
Here is a sumac that has closed off the light to others and opened into the light it keeps to itself. Here is an applied Homo sapiens idea of how this might […]
Dalmation toadflax is a nasty weed (but pretty) and does nothing in the valley (except get eaten by cows who have eaten all the native plants and be a herbal cure and […]
Gather that grass, then fly the wrong way as a decoy. Then fly, fly, fly! Don’t delay. It’s nesting time. Quick, get at ‘er. ~ With thanks to the starlings.
