The Earth, as a landscape architect sees it. A landscape architect enjoying the view. What is of no interest. He puts his back to it.
A Man and His Truck Shall Never Be Parted
Lake Country Playground
The old orchards of Oyama are not doing well. How could an orchard do well, with so few trees per acre? You might ask. This property, long-neglected, has sold. These apples are […]
Winter Comes to Northern Cascadia
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 […]
An American Town in Canada
In Okanagan Falls, water is life, but doodads help. And a failed real estate development that hit a hundred feet of post-glacial sand and went back to Calgary, that’s fun. This is […]
Becoming the Garden
There’s music, mathematics, and this: Three things that are one, yet are culturally separate. It is left for poets, I suppose, to bring them together in temporary assemblages, but that seems to […]
Wasps at Sea
Wasps aren’t just creatures of the air. They ride the waters like sailboats. And what waters! They last a day, then the sun takes them away. But in the meantime, the wasps […]
Our Children Have the Right to Be Raised by a Living Environment
Abstraction can be our enemy. Even concrete is better for the planet… … than this stuff. Nothing Growing in this Abandoned Pile of “Composted” mulch Every dandelion knows that. Conservation of water […]
After the Mountains are Levelled, What Then?
In a land made by water in the mountains … Moses Coulee … we’ve managed to straighten it out… Pasco … and flatten it out. Pasco The poles of power, representing human […]
Tiny Footprints in the Muck
Look at the insect footprints surrounding this wasp, which is making some of its own, then notice how many there are in all. Some from wasps. Some from others who need mud. […]
A Little Stroll Through Pacific Northwest History
Here we are in Dry Falls. A few things to note. First, the road. That must be the Cariboo Trail of 1858, not the main one that ran up Moses Coulee to […]
