
Literally, a head…. … on the deer trail. What a shame that such a literal term as a head (the head of a ridge, a headland, and so on, all from head) […]
Literally, a head…. … on the deer trail. What a shame that such a literal term as a head (the head of a ridge, a headland, and so on, all from head) […]
So here’s a trail the mule deer have cut up a slope above a pumping station in Vernon. They chose an angle of around 20 degrees, except for that steeper bit in […]
SX̌ʷƏX̌ʷNITKʷ, the second major salmon falls of the Syilx Illahie (and the only one remaining free of Grand Coulee Dam), is not alone in this light. Look at Coyote’s big knobby head […]
The old deer trail is getting crowded. This … … is why it’s called “arrow-leafed balsam root”. Arrows are small spears, right?
These look like the weeks of waiting, and watching. Hmmm… Mosquito in her Rocky Lair (March 3, 2013) Hanging around shivering until spring and the first humans in bathing suits and T-shirts? […]
Welcome to the second summary of the first year of my explorations in revisioning the goals of literature and the relationship of place and environment in the dry country east of the […]