Forget the trees, those weeds. Ridge after ridge, the buckled land is lit with a shimmering green flame.
Our earth.
Forget the trees, those weeds. Ridge after ridge, the buckled land is lit with a shimmering green flame.
Even a dozen years back, this was rattlesnake territory. Then came the dynamite. We remember the lost spirits of the hill with flowers, these little fountains of molten snow. That’s what winter […]
You know there is a little bit of the grassland left when you find some needle-and-thread grass on a hill. It’s almost invisible, but when the light is right, in the low […]
Such healthy bunchgrass this year, in full flower. Glorious!
The Government of British Columbia says that Kickininee … The Government’s Image of Kickininee …and its other points in Southern Okanagan Lake isolated by Highway 97 have no historical value, only […]
What do you think? Chance? Design? Or something to do with how marmots fit together in small spaces, in balanced proportions, the winter through, transferred into the “memory” left by two(?) bodies […]
As we work to express our identities as people of this land (as distinct from people who live on this land) … Chelan River … we do well to remember that the […]
Grass evolved to thrive in hot fire landscapes. Given that human activity has increased heat and fire … … across the planet … … shouldn’t we stop mowing grass and … … […]
This flow… … is mapped as “The Okanogan River.” It is a colonial term, yet certainly not the most egregious. I live near the top of its headwaters. Head of the Lake […]
It’s a beautiful book. Designed, by the looks of it, to be sold as a gift shop memento, Victorian perhaps. Note the trompe d’oeil of the bug on the cover, which takes […]