For a week now, a hole of air, either empty of cloud or filled with it distinctly from surrounding cloud, has formed over the city of Coldstream, close to the eastern end […]
Aerial Mysteries Over Coldstream
Sure, Call it Water
But please first register that it’s alive (and often with birds). This is the comet formerly known as Okanagan Lake. ~ Note: these are colour images shot into the intersection of the sun […]
Reviewing David Pitt-Brooke’s Walk Through the Grasslands
I spent the early winter reading a beautiful and, unfortunately, incomplete book: Crossing Home Ground, by David Pitt-Brooke. It records an epic walk through the grasslands of Southern British Columbia: my own […]
The Pacific Northwest is Not the Southwest
Here’s a place. Squeezed in between the United States and Greenland. Canada. Best to stand right-way up. Lately, I’ve heard the strangest thing. I’ve heard that my part of the country… … […]
The Sun Doesn’t Fall
This is not a metaphor. It is a projection. Across 135,000,000 kilometres of travel through emptiness, the sun reforms. The earth focusses it. Call that fire, that ancient word for coals: red. Call […]
What, You Thought It Was Still Winter?
A little bit of European flair goes a long way. Invasive species? European Collared Dove and Fungus-Struck Black Walnut Well, aren’t we all. Show your stuff. That’s the way!
The Okanagan in the Year 11,748
This is pretty cool. It’s the Carte Des Nouvelles Decouvertes Au Nord de la Mer de Sud, Tant a l’Est de la Siberie et du Kamtchatcka, Qu’a l’Ouest de la Nouvelle France, drawn […]
Beavers and Trails in the North Okanagan
Here’s an observation about water. If I’m right, it’s pretty cool. So, have a look. This is a small part of the former Commonage Reserve, a wedge of land set aside for […]
And Yet People Complain About Winter. Huh.
Why? Isn’t it beautiful? Maybe they should leave the north and go home. I feel so sorry for them. They have to endure this: And this: It must be very hard. I […]
Against the Descending Night, A Prayer in the Rushes
I am not angry. I am sad. My elders taught me that these were cat tails. They taught me that poetry was a fairy tale. They taught me that these were swamp […]
Okanagan Okanogan 