Water. Here’s some caught in a flow of energy. This flow is called the Thompson River. You might as well call it “poetry”. Or “agriculture”. (And for that, a few words might […]
Water. Here’s some caught in a flow of energy. This flow is called the Thompson River. You might as well call it “poetry”. Or “agriculture”. (And for that, a few words might […]
When “nature” is a collection of weeds, one might think that colonialism was complete and that we are living in the end times. Weeds, smoke mixed into the winter fog, the morning […]
Vernon Creek does a fine job. Look how it builds a sheltering space for waterfowl, out in the sky. Isn’t that great! The creature of the air that makes a home on […]
The ponderosa pines are our older sisters. They came onto this land after we did, which means they entered our awareness both old and new. Look at them watching out over the […]
Snow collects where gradients flatten. Stones melt snow. But moss manipulates this effect. It uses the heat of the stone, while providing a flat place for snow to linger, insulated from the […]
Human Garden: Beaver Garden: Both are acts of memory and gestures of hope. But very different!
Just, like, hanging out at the lake, checking out the hoarfrost, but what’s this? First, the geese left in the fog. Bye, you crazy lot! And then the gulls got worked up. […]
Yesterday I started a meditation on classicism, and how the cultures within Canada have some choices, given German experience with the power, failure and abuse of classical models as a means of […]
Isn’t it a bitter irony that these beautiful birds, starlings, an invasive species here, are called pests and are electrocuted for it by the hundreds of thousands … … by that other […]
You know, it’s beautiful. Patterns. A gravel pit, even. Now, if you walk to the side and look back, what do you see? Other patterns. Rhythms. And a relationship between round […]