Lines, flows, and waves crossing points of measurement or data are primary in contemporary understandings of language. The thought that goes from one point to another and makes a point, even wave […]
The Price for Speaking of the Land in English
Garlic Time
Garlic says hello. First Inchelium Red. The Columbia River’s own. She says hello. So does my Russian Red. And so does my China White and, in the foreground, my young Bella Vista […]
March 2 and the Apples are Ripe
Cherries, too. It is a lesson in ending anthropological thinking. What would our valleys look like if we grew fruit for the birds, and then, rather than harvesting it for fruit or […]
It’s Time to Move Beyond the Divisive Categories of Indigenous and Settler and Live Together on Earth
In the cold of space… … plants that tower above humans and those that hug the ground… … hardly differ. What’s more, in the cold of space, air pushes water to freeze […]
The Face of a Mountain
The face of a cliff, that’s what gets said. It’s accurate enough, except that the understanding of it has suffered a knock to the side of the head, because what’s understood is […]
Zig Zag? More Like Zig Zig and Zig Zig Again
The zig-zag pattern on this scree slope on Puddin’head Mountain … …makes it look like the deer are climbing the slope like Everest climbers trapped in the mind of M.C. Escher and […]
When Is a Mountain Not a Mountain? When a River is Not a River and a Sea is Not a Sea!
When there is no soil, trees still grow. They also grow on an almost vertical rock face, and in a dry valley, at that. Puddin’head Mountain, Keremeos What you can’t do with […]
Care
When is a robin not a robin? Well… … when is a stone not a stone? Colour is not random. The world is not built around metaphor. There is […]
When Terroir is Terror
Isn’t it… … about time … … that the growing of … … wine grapes … … and the concept of terroir… … be separated … …completely and forever?
A Mountain of Stories
All day, I pruned fruit trees under this cliff. Above Keremeos The faces appear on the edge of dark, with only fifteen minutes of light left. There sure are a lot of […]
