That’s síya? for you. You go, girl!
The balsam root blossoms on the hill were visited by these furry brown bees yesterday. These are the first bees I’ve seen on the flowers that were not shy. They wouldn’t scare. […]
Here under Cipak, the sacred mountain of the Similkameen, the maiden wearing her wedding veil at this time of year and the eastern toe of the Cascades, lies a grassland without weeds, […]
When I was working on the Spirit in the Grass book with photographer Chris Harris, one of the ecologists on the project told me that the effects of sun and shadow at […]
I made this image of the sagebrush buttercups to show a friend how they run in lines off underground stems, but then I noticed something else. It’s faint, but can you see […]
The expanding social competition among vintners to be super-elite seems to be at blame. This will be one of the few balsam roots you’ll see this year above Okanagan Landing, some 5,000 […]
Everyone in the Central Similkameen sees this watcher watching them from the eagle cliffs. Colonial Culture Calls it Daly Mountain. How long before we no longer remember that? When we were in […]
What a pair, where the grass and the water meet! Gintys Pond, Cawston, Similkameen Valley
Two years after the fire: When you stand there in the Similkameen, you experience both at once. They are, essentially, the same event.
Last year’s snow bent the branches down. This year’s spring power’s through on the work of last year’s summer. This is that special time of the year, when the old year and […]