Here’s a trail in the grasslands. Note the old house to the right of the trail. Ya, the round brown hillock. You got it!Here’s who lives there. Weaver ants! Thatch, in the earth, […]
Here’s a trail in the grasslands. Note the old house to the right of the trail. Ya, the round brown hillock. You got it!Here’s who lives there. Weaver ants! Thatch, in the earth, […]
Well, it’s dry, eh. And hot. Whew. This is 9:30 A.M. The afternoon was 38. (That’s 100 for you folks down south.) Forests are burning up. Smoke everywhere. All the upland water […]
I promised to write about the environmental and scientific consequences of reading the land as darkness, in an embodied science, rather than as light (the kind of science we have today). I meant […]
“Gravity” is commonly understood as the force, devolved from subatomic bonds extended during the Big Bang, that brings things down. This vineyard hill above my house, for instance. The same force brings […]
In poetic tradition, the number three is sacred to the Goddess of poetry, as is the colour red. This is not the age of the Earth in which people are comfortable talking about […]
Bunchgrass defines the grasslands of the intermontane west. It is not, however, the main story here. It is only the canopy forest. The real grassland is here. It is far older. It lies […]
My mother, who died a week ago on Sunday, did not like starlings. This was not because she did not like birds. She loved those. As a girl in the 1930s, she […]
In communist Prague, resistance meant to plant an apricot tree, like the yellow one in the foreground below. The resistance was a denial of borders, prisons and proletarian culture. Here’s how to […]
Yesterday I showed you an image of an apple crisis. Here it is again, from a different angle. People are so hungry to connect with a farmer over a supermarket that they […]
I want to show you an image of the mind. Since that’s difficult, let me show you an image of the world instead, with my fingers crossed that the mind will be […]