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 […]
Ah, the patterns of the snow and water in the grass as they blow around in the winds of the sun. Exquisite! The view south down the Similkameen But there’s something else […]
One of the great things you get to do as a porcupine is drag your big tail full of hair and quills behind you in the snow. Carving it. The wind does […]
Okanagan Lake is a deep inland fjord … …135 kilometres long… …full of a molten glacier 12,000 years old. The body of this glacier … … is composed of myriads of molten […]