At some point, many years ago, someone built a turtle on Turtle Ridge, between Head of the Lake (yes, a turtle head) and Turtle Mountain, and left it for us to find […]
Down on the Similkameen River, there are rocks. It means that we can’t speak either. This is called “balanced management.” It is a great silencing of what, in British Columbian culture is […]
Art doesn’t get better than this. For the ghost ship look, use white. For a more classic look, use blue. For a real supertanker ghost ship look, make the car white and […]
Yes, we live there. Fable is not long ago or fairy tale. Photography is not just done with cameras.
I found this bit of fun in the bush behind our house at 150 Mile House in 2005. Perfect for getting you going in the Christmas season, eh!
The simplest gestures… … speak most deeply. Only bodies speak. Words are only gestures that guide memory to them. From there, we are on our own.
I rather hope for writing and science that appears like this broken cliff at the southern end of Venables Valley Road in the Thompson. There is narrative here, and multi-dimensional placement in […]
To be close to the spirit of a birch, touch it. Grow still. To view it more quickly, look into the water. There it loses its stillness … … and you gain […]
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 […]
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 […]