This is a land that divides. Or is that upon this land people divide? Here we are on the Colville Indian Reservation, looking south across the Columbia River, as it begins to flow […]
This is a land that divides. Or is that upon this land people divide? Here we are on the Colville Indian Reservation, looking south across the Columbia River, as it begins to flow […]
Ah, to be a young Oblate missionary in Washington Territory before the Indian Wars, when you were the only educated man for a thousand miles, and all you wanted was to stop […]
What is a river, then? It is a stream, a flow, a run, which gives a Rhine, a Rhone, a river and a row. But what is it, when those words aren’t […]
So, imagine, if your people lived in the same place for ten thousand years. That means that something like 500 generations of children and parents would wake to the same mountain, overlooking the […]
He’s the Boy from Marseilles, the French Oblate Priest who came on the Oregon Trail and started two of the first missions in Washington Territory, singing the whole time. His first was […]
Orchard with flax in the ‘hood. Orchard without flax (3 kilometres down the road.) Currently, flax fibre goes for $10 for every 50 grams. Plus, once you’ve made a set of wedding […]
Some people look at the flax, that used to keep people clothed in the cold, and think, “My, that makes life worth living.” And other people just whack it down. […]
This is a post about this: Just an old building in its last days. Sure. Look more closely at the foreground with me. OK, so now the nitty gritty. I do get it, […]
I know, I know, Canada is that nice country at the top of the world, but, um, folks. Look. Here’s an inukshuk, a trail marker from the extreme Arctic (a great spot), […]
That is alive, I think that’s easy to agree on. We call it a sedum, drawn up out of soil by the sun. This, too. Like the sedum, this one is self-replicating, hence the […]