Canada is a country in which mountains are crushed to dust then rebuilt with hollow chambers, in which to shelter elders for profit. This is Canadian landscaping. Shelter from what? From this?
Canada is a country in which mountains are crushed to dust then rebuilt with hollow chambers, in which to shelter elders for profit. This is Canadian landscaping. Shelter from what? From this?
The bud closes over next springs flowers and leaves, and holds them through the cold. The saskatoon bush is their opening. It is all flower. So are we.
These plants have gone wild from a garden above them. Not one is native here. They are native to Eastern North America. To survive in its illusion of seasons, White culture requires […]
This is russian thistle in her glory. Look at her climb a ladder of carbon to the sun, with precisely placed synapses to receive the wind. The colour of her sepals (not […]
The european fern meets the Plateau sage. They enter the cold together. One holds below the ground. One holds in the sky. To both, the cold is nothing. As you can see, […]
The sun reveals the shape of darkness. That’s its work. With light, heat, radiation and even gravity, that’s what it does. The earth rises to it. Even when it falls. Movement is […]
Before it is received, it is an offering. After it is received, it requires an offering. One gives oneself. Nothing else will do.
Thoreau called images like the ones below “autumnal”. He described the ripeness of such leaves at great length. He called them fruits. Keats did much the same. He called them mellow fruitfulness, on the […]
This is not story telling. It is bodies. This is story telling. It is about turning away from bodies towards artificial ones. Is art an invasive species?
I mentioned yesterday that it is the genius of science that it separates the components of a scene in order to be able to say what it does know and what it […]