I am rediscovering old words and worlds here in Iceland. I can’t take the country home to Canada, but I can take this… Spring Colours at Littlifoss, Lagarfljotsdalur An inspiration […]
Take: An Old Word Reborn
Haunted
In Iceland, there is so much to remind a man indigenous to the Okanagan grasslands that English is not always a colonial culture at odds with place but holds deep indigenous thought […]
What Horses Hate to See
Travellers hate to see it, too. Mývatn, Iceland Fences aren’t for keeping horses in.
Writing and Farming Are One
Some thoughts on “writing” today, including my other love, “farming”, and another one, “art.” A smorgasbord, really! First a note: There are few writers left in the world (but many keyboarders), I […]
Reindeer Guides on the Long Road to the North
Ah, the Okanagan Valley of British Columbia and Washington, a semi-arid region of brittle prickly pear cactus and sagebrush, with summers of 45 degrees and winters of 20 or even 40 Below! […]
Renaming the Seasons: Canada and Iceland in Colour
Spring in the Okanagan … and winter in Iceland and spring in the Okanagan and winter in Iceland Different colour palettes expressing different spirit, but it’s the same season. Here again, […]
Land Earth Horse Ice Star
The land is watching. Spring’s Horses, North of Hofsos, Iceland If you stop beside the road, they will appear. And if you try to talk to that land in a foreign language? […]
Salt Lithography
I have mentioned the need for a new Enlightenment, one which includes the earth. The following images show, I think, just where it might begin. This is a variation on the art of […]
Painting with Ice
Yesterday I talked about a language of ice. I’m still following that idea, of writing from the local materials of a place and going through the doorways opened by that kind of […]
The Language of Ice
Here’s something I’ve learned in Iceland: use whatever you have at hand. Yes, I knew that already, because that’s how the Germans invented science along the old pilgrimage road between Paris and […]
