It’s not outside the world. In fact, edges don’t have outsides on our planet, nor insides. They are places of coming together and flow.
Water is life.
It’s not outside the world. In fact, edges don’t have outsides on our planet, nor insides. They are places of coming together and flow.
A week ago at Big Bar Lake, winter began. The whole sky flew straight up. And then only quiet was left. Let’s call that readiness.
Look at the thules glow in the late season sun! No wonder summer houses were built out of this watery reed: watery coolness in the summer heat; heat as the fall drops […]
Being lost is the state of not knowing where you are. It is also the state of not being found. The Brown Birch Trail at Big Bar Lake Wild clematis doesn’t worry […]
For two weeks I have been in the land of the water. Dawn at Big Bar Lake Beach I find it amazing that the social country I live in is not built […]
White ash scribbler! Gardom Lake Compare the language of the poplar, which is less process and more about repetition and echo. And the firs and cottonwoods? Well. What benders. Firs dark, cottonwoods […]
If you would like to visit the sun, I suggest a late afternoon walk facing west in mid-August. Keep the water at your side and watch where you’re going! But, what colour […]
Great Basin Sagebrush (Artemisia tridentata), a member of the aster family, rolls across the hills of my country. You could say that where it is home so am I. Not just the […]
Swim in the molten snow. Come up into the sky. Spend your day in the sun. Gardom Lake We are turtle!
There’s music, mathematics, and this: Three things that are one, yet are culturally separate. It is left for poets, I suppose, to bring them together in temporary assemblages, but that seems to […]