It’s nice to meet old friends. Here’s an Icelandic troll I found at dawn on Easter two years ago. Here’s the Okanagan version I found on Kalamalka Lake four days ago. […]
Trolls in the Okanagan and Iceland
For the Love of Water
Light is pretty great stuff. Add it to grass and it’s even greater. Water helps. A lot. Some forms of life are the embodiment of the energy of the intersection of water […]
Save the Earth, Save Yourself (Seeing in the Dark, Part 3)
I promised to write about the environmental and scientific consequences of reading the land as darkness, in an embodied science, rather than as light (the kind of science we have today). I meant […]
Greenhouses Made Out of Snow
The coyotes come on by in the fog. Heavy coyote traffic, really. Birds trit trot through.Mule Deer stalk along. And the grasses and sages use the energy from these travellers and peck-peckers… … […]
Two Ways to Turn Winter Into Summer
1. Pines, Sun and Water Look how this ponderosa pine’s needles are designed to radiate heat. This helps for cooling in the summer. In the winter, the design helps the tree to collect […]
Air: The Primary Human Habitat
Our earth is not just a glob of rocks … spinning around the sun, and not just vast seas of water sloshing around at the pull of the moon … … but is also […]
Spring Has Sprung In the Okanagan
Spring is here, friends, and it looks like this. That’s some mighty fine fog rolling over from the “Head of the Lake Indian Reserve”, isn’t it. That falling action, though, that’s part of […]
Snow and Bunchgrass in the Okanagan, or This Ain’t Mexico
Look how the wind that takes the Okanagan’s water away in the summer creates drifts around the bunchgrass in the shape of its mounds, effectively concentrating the snow where the plants can […]
Tracking the Ring-Necked Pheasant into Deep Time
Is life a story of gas pressures in liquid during changing temperature? Is it a story of light following fissures in substance, and so sorting itself out into different qualities? Is it […]
Why Poetry Matters
In poetic tradition, the number three is sacred to the Goddess of poetry, as is the colour red. This is not the age of the Earth in which people are comfortable talking about […]
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