Forget the trees, those weeds. Ridge after ridge, the buckled land is lit with a shimmering green flame.
Forget the trees, those weeds. Ridge after ridge, the buckled land is lit with a shimmering green flame.
Even a dozen years back, this was rattlesnake territory. Then came the dynamite. We remember the lost spirits of the hill with flowers, these little fountains of molten snow. That’s what winter […]
It is his sudden appearance and his stillness that haunt. Well, and all those arms. It’s like a 6-dimensional film. Every day he puts on a different face. Speech can be like […]
You know there is a little bit of the grassland left when you find some needle-and-thread grass on a hill. It’s almost invisible, but when the light is right, in the low […]
To hunt requires vision. Hunting is not necessary today. One-on-one interaction with the planet has become work. Or recreation. Canoeing on Big Bar Lake Compare that to how the government […]
Such healthy bunchgrass this year, in full flower. Glorious!
The Government of British Columbia says that Kickininee … The Government’s Image of Kickininee …and its other points in Southern Okanagan Lake isolated by Highway 97 have no historical value, only […]
What do you think? Chance? Design? Or something to do with how marmots fit together in small spaces, in balanced proportions, the winter through, transferred into the “memory” left by two(?) bodies […]
As we work to express our identities as people of this land (as distinct from people who live on this land) … Chelan River … we do well to remember that the […]
There is a difference between the subject of a photograph and its body. This butte above Olalla, in the Keremeos River Valley, for instance. This black bird with an attitude. The blackbird […]