One could call the stones in the shore of Big Bar Lake below “wet.” They have been taken into the power of “wetting”, or wætur. They have, in other words, been wetted. […]
Of Water and Memory
Spider’s Two Dimensional World (and her one dimensional world as well)
Fun stuff! You take the three-dimensional world that flies buzz around in all willy nilly … … and you remove one dimension. And then you get to be the third dimension yourself. […]
Reading Spring Together in Deep Summer
The way that the stalks of smúkwaʔxn… … fall and dry tells us of the weather and how water is passing through the soil as does the sound of our footsteps through […]
Walking Wide-Eyed into Apocalypse
Cement trucks own the land, and leave their marks and scat to prove it. A very confident business, with the carelessness of cultural belonging and humans attracted to it. Humans are useful […]
The Creation Stones of the Thompson River
For a map of the world, past, present and future, there is a stone at the high water line of the Thompson River. If you don’t find it, don’t worry. The […]
Why Staghorn Sumac is Called Staghorn Sumac
It’s a random name. We could call it The Leather Tree, or Tree of the Blue Flame, or Sourbush, but Staghorn it is, romantic as all get out, but why? Is it […]
Around and Around and Around and Around We Go
The approach. The landing. The dance. The departure. And then the sun goes down. But then it comes up again. Very fun. Whee. ~ For my friend Theresa, who’s wondering today […]
Placer Mining the Grasslands
I’ve never seen a mariposa lily growing uphill from a stone. Uphill from a sagebrush, yes, but not a stone. They need well-drained soil, which means they grow best where water, snow […]
The Artwork of the Forest Floor
Well, not art, exactly. It is through these structures of synapses in compound webs that a forest thinks. Balance is all. Colour too. And look how a random imbalance thrusts the energy […]
Otter Goes Surfing
You don’t need a board to surf. Pshaw. Use the tail, man. Stabilization, that’s the thing. Easy. And should you turn to stone… … or sand … Mother Otter Herself … well, […]
Okanagan Okanogan 