Sad news. My beautiful lake, with its jewels of melting ice reflecting the sky … is a bit of a sewer, too, when the freezing line gets in close to shore and […]
Ideology is an Invasive Weed (Part One)
Environmental Accounting & Poverty
In my last post, I spoke about the Old Norse concept of a tun, a farm yard constructed at the intersection of social and physical earths. I argued that tuns created the […]
There Is No “Post-” in Post-Colonialism
I walked up the hill across the valley today, to get into the fog. No, this isn’t today. This is the spring of 2012. But that’s part of the hill in the […]
The Manhattan Project Today
This is the Columbia River as understood by the people who brought us the Atomic Bomb. Control Panel, B Reactor, Hanford Engineering Works, Washington This is the Columbia River as understood by […]
The Ethics of Living on the Earth
Canada administrates half of my land as a nation state. The United States administrates the other half. Within Canada, the region called British Columbia administrates half of my land in terms of […]
I am a Weed and Proud of It
Would you call this a weed? Russian Thistle aka Tumbleweed How about this? Full Bloom! I found four colour variants today: Gold, Yellow, Pink, and Red. What is a weed? The everyday […]
Honouring the Humble Tumbleweed in Picture and Song
Ladies and Gentlemen, the humble tumbleweed… You can see her mother’s bones beneath her. And what did the Sons of the Pioneers sing about her? See them tumbling down Pledging their love […]
Weevils in Love
Sometimes, it’s time to leave the weed and find true love. This is called hitting the streets. Or pounding the pavement. Or maintaining hope in the face of adversity. Because you never […]
A Preying Mantis and Her Eggs
She’s beautiful, isn’t she. Hiding out in the clover and all the grass stalks and the knapweed tangles and all. Preying Mantis in the Weeds She had a friend with her, but […]
When is a Weed a Weed? When Isn’t It?
Scotch thistle is listed as a noxious weed. To whom? Not to Western Swallowtails tattered by the wind. Not to green sweat bees. Not to bumblebees and Western Swallowtails at once. Maybe […]
Okanagan Okanogan 