The land is your village. This might mean that forests look a little different. This Douglas-fir grove on the Big Bar Eskers is dying, partly because of the stress of the ingrowth […]
It’s a mystery. Trees grow straight up. Not towards the sun, though. That thing comes in at every crazy angle. I mean, why don’t trees grow towards that dawn instead? But no. […]
Look at the lake receiving water from the sky. Up there, water begins as a vapour, becomes drops, which grow, become heavy and fall. And then they dissolve into each other again, […]
Beams of light, we say, meaning lines. Dusk on the Big Bar Esker Beams of light, we say… …meaning trees. A beam is a Baum, the Germans say, a bough, they say […]
Salt Lakes, that live from snow and evaporate in the sun, are terrible for cattle but great for humans, being sacred and all. Long Lake, Canoe Creek Illahie They are a fine […]
So, you start out with a pretty nice place, with some folks coming by in the summer for some fishing. Big Bar Lake And then the riff riff moves in. Three years, […]
Its leaves don’t have to be its “own.” Or even “leaves.” Someone is always happy to have a trunk. You could say that “trees build trunks for others.” You could.
The forests of the Basalt Sea are savannahs… … where grass and wood meet at the boundary between wet and dry. They are not forests. Forests are the Earth’s adaptation to a lack […]
It’s great when you put yourself out there and wait and wait and wait… … and then one day the guests come. Thanks for visiting my blog, eh!
The devastation of the Western Pine Bark Beetle. That was news 15 and 20 years back. The end of the world. A global catastrophe. Fire would follow. And so on. A quarter […]