At Rialto Beach, you make a musical instrument. It plays you, and you are the music. You might have left it as a message for the sea, but the sea will take […]
A Cascadian Symphony
Cascadia: From Fish to Lumber to Tourism to …
We are on a path of social evolution. The salmon are gone, and the oysters were long go poisoned by the plutonium plants on the Columbia. The great lumber industry that followed […]
Ten Degree Below Zero: Gardening Weather!
Ten degrees below freezing is, pshaw, nothing to a dock. It uses its red leaves to make heat from the sun that the rest of us don’t get to feel. Curly dock, […]
The Mingling Rivers of Life
Spring doesn’t come all at once. As this ravine in Vernon shows… “Spring” is the wrong concept entirely. Experience has to be selectively read in order for the concept to fit at all. […]
Artificial Glaciers for the Okanagan
Water pours down out of the mountains and into the lake and it floods. This is trouble. Here’s one thing we can do: Simple, really. We can store snow. 150 metres above […]
Falling Helps
An old fir turns to the red of fire. It is dry as dust in the spring sun. But if you think it’s dead, well… … just add water. Shade helps. Without […]
The Price for Speaking of the Land in English
Lines, flows, and waves crossing points of measurement or data are primary in contemporary understandings of language. The thought that goes from one point to another and makes a point, even wave […]
It’s Time to Move Beyond the Divisive Categories of Indigenous and Settler and Live Together on Earth
In the cold of space… … plants that tower above humans and those that hug the ground… … hardly differ. What’s more, in the cold of space, air pushes water to freeze […]
When Is a Mountain Not a Mountain? When a River is Not a River and a Sea is Not a Sea!
When there is no soil, trees still grow. They also grow on an almost vertical rock face, and in a dry valley, at that. Puddin’head Mountain, Keremeos What you can’t do with […]
We Are the Sun
The sun came up last Wednesday. Isn’t that great! Looking west, away from it, was great fun. But not so much fun as looking east. Look at it projecting itself on ice […]
