No wasp, no thistle. Big Bar Esker, Marble Mountains No thistle, no wasp.
I’ve been staring at this beaver lodge for years. Big Bar Creek I thought at first, well, yes, it’s a good model for a house. And sure enough, the Secwepemc who are this land […]
I’ve been thinking of “fall colours.” These pale greens, for instance. Or these pale. yellows, oranges, purples and pinks… and pale greens. Look, though, how the undercover is bright and lush. That’s […]
The Interior Douglas fir, now that’s a lovely tree. Look at her standing up high in the dawn at Big Bar Lake. Red Squirrels, pileated and downy woodpeckers, sharp-shinned hawks, bald eagles, […]
A leaf falls in the water. It does not sink. We say it “floats,” but for the leaf below that’s not really it. It’s more like it is gripped by the surface […]
Want to avoid being seen? Be a knot hole. Hey, it beats hanging out under the bark. Downy Woodpecker can hear you under there. Be bold! Hide in plain sight. Pretend to […]
Light is very interesting to humans, but so is the lack of light. Here is some of both I found under an elm. I’m intrigued by the idea that this shade is […]
The eye gives the illusion of bringing distance close, but the raven knows more. Bushwhacking ingrown grasslands gets you nowhere fast. If you had to survive off this land, really survive, you’d light a […]
On open hills in the grassland, it is Autumn now. At the bottom of the slopes where water collects among cattails and wild lettuce, too. In a couple weeks will come the […]
A living skin, however, is what the climate of the grasslands east of the coastal stratovolcanoes calls for. Anything else is quite the ongoing struggle. Whew. Save your back, eh!