Isn’t naming great. Why don’t we call the homeland of the Wanapum, the “Wana” “Pu’um”, the water people, a river, and be done with it. But there’s a catch to this, because […]
Flowing in Place
The Great Run That Needs No Other Name
Welcome to the great run of the West. This band of energy that is materialized here as water descends in a lost mid-Pacific rift zone of such power that 10,000 kilometres of […]
Á, Flow and Run: The Ancestral Energies
The river, we saw, flows to the sea. The N’chi’wan’a (Hanford Reach) That’s the Grasslands of Setah Creek smoking up the air. That’s rather disingenuous. A river is a flow. This is […]
Water in Fire Country
The Okanogan River (left) Entering the Columbia At the mouth of the Okanogan River, which begins with snow melting on the rocks above my house in mid-winter, water is privately owned, whether […]
Where the Mountains Become Water
In my country, the rivers are born in the mountains. Here is born the Missouri, the Columbia, the Fraser and all their ancestors and all their daughters. This particular mother is the Cascades: a […]
Footprint of the Sun
Respect given is respect received. Power given is returned in the same gesture. Columbia River Photography pales next to this.
Reports of Father Pandosy Starving in 1846 Are Greatly Exaggerated
He’s the Boy from Marseilles, the French Oblate Priest who came on the Oregon Trail and started two of the first missions in Washington Territory, singing the whole time. His first was […]
Blood of the Earth
I live in the country of the Columbia River, above the lake that spills into one of its tributaries, the Okanogan River. In this country, there are many rivers like the Okanagan, such […]
