
Each of these grape berries is a sun that the grape vine has created out of the only materials it has — not intellect, certainly, nor such products of it as nuclear […]
Each of these grape berries is a sun that the grape vine has created out of the only materials it has — not intellect, certainly, nor such products of it as nuclear […]
I wrote this for my writing blog, Witual, today, and thought that while I compile a post about new vegetables for the Okanagan, you might like to have a look about how […]
It breathes. Hengifoss Waterfall Shaking off Its Ice … … and taking a deep breath. The old words are best. In fact, today the Highlands were being scoured clean of old snow. […]
I had a moving experience in Iceland today. I can’t wait to work through this form of practice back home in the Okanagan. It strikes me that here, at last, is a […]
I am rediscovering old words and worlds here in Iceland. I can’t take the country home to Canada, but I can take this… Spring Colours at Littlifoss, Lagarfljotsdalur An inspiration […]
I have mentioned the need for a new Enlightenment, one which includes the earth. The following images show, I think, just where it might begin. This is a variation on the art of […]
Yesterday I talked about a language of ice. I’m still following that idea, of writing from the local materials of a place and going through the doorways opened by that kind of […]
Here’s something I’ve learned in Iceland: use whatever you have at hand. Yes, I knew that already, because that’s how the Germans invented science along the old pilgrimage road between Paris and […]
When I started these notes, I wanted to record explorations of a near-desert caught in the winds of the mountains far inland from the sea. The salmon, I thought, were the ones […]
Two hundred years ago, the poet and scientist Goethe observed that if light is measured with Newton’s prisms and measurement devices what will be found will match the method of measurement. After […]