Two things for you today: a cool monolith from the Peshastin Pinnacles, and the complete pdf version of my summary of my year wandering in the grass, which I presented to the […]
The Story So Far
That Old Watery Moon: A Year of Walking and Learning
Moon’s hanging around all day now. Frost in the tomatoes by the lower fence. Potatoes in the cellar. Light everywhere. Earth and Moon with Human Signature Humans are life. They love views […]
Ethics
Water and land are common resources. In terms of Common Law, that means that they belong to the people, all of the people, all of the time. Governments, which come and go […]
A Year of Walking and Learning, Part 2
Welcome to the second summary of the first year of my explorations in revisioning the goals of literature and the relationship of place and environment in the dry country east of the […]
Real Estate Hangover
Tired of the colour of your lawn? The Colour of Lawn Fertilizer The perfect blend of golf course, Eastern Canadian bedrock, and Arizona. Good for selling houses, but then you wake up […]
There is No Such Thing as Wilderness (Unless We Make it So)
In a land that was heavily populated and culturally farmed for 6000 years, only in the last 160 years, the time of European, American and Canadian colonization, has there been wild life. […]
Wild Orchards and Fenced Orchards
Like a pack of young red-tailed hawks circling over and over above a subdivision full of cats and mice, house finches, California Quail and small dogs, I’ve been worrying an idea: it’s […]
Global Cooling Part 2
Before I left for the last two weeks of travels through the deserts, mountains, and beaches of Washington, I began a discussion on global warming, which centred on water use in dryland […]
Global Cooling
Global Warming sadly seems to be the case. It appears to be humanly created, too. Here in the grasslands of the North American west, global cooling seems to be making the situation […]
Farming Crime
I’d like to briefly continue the discussion about the agricultural legacy of the story of Father Charles Pandosy in the Okanagan Valley. The story started with a discussion of his white-washed métis culture. […]
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