The hips of the wild rose are red so that we will see them, pick them, and carry their seeds with us. Other people, like deer and birds, are targeted in the […]
The hips of the wild rose are red so that we will see them, pick them, and carry their seeds with us. Other people, like deer and birds, are targeted in the […]
I had an unusual start in life. When the sky got like this at this time of year (and even darker at solstice), I was out pruning fruit trees, like this apple […]
The twisted, reaching trees… … from whom we learned our bodies … … reflect in the water, just as we reflect in them. And there in the mind and all the deep […]
The time for playing in the woods is over. So many powerful dreams end with the wonder and practical reality of the frost. But then a new door opens. One becomes attuned […]
As you descend from the alpine hemlock zone towards the St. Elias Mountains on the Haines Highway, Cascadia reveals itself. Farther south, this meeting of energies would give shrub steppe, sagebrush and […]
Asters love the woodland and asters love the shore. Here’s some in the pine grass. What asters really love at this time of year is a bit of shade. Long after the […]
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 […]
When spruce, rose and reeds meet on the shore, three different edges merge. Lightning By Any Other Name To the spruce, the edge of the lake is the edge of wet earth. […]
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 […]
Swim in the molten snow. Come up into the sky. Spend your day in the sun. Gardom Lake We are turtle!