Here’s the park. Why it is called a “park” is because it belongs to the Queen in the name of the people. That’s a little arrogant. This last tiny remnant of a […]
The World Beyond
Beauty, Renewal and the Salmon of Shuttleworth Creek in the Fight Against Global Warming
Shuttleworth Creek winds for many miles up through the antelope brush and bunchgrass, into the pine forest, and deep into the mountains, covered in firs. With a bed of complex gravels and […]
How Ecology Got Messed Up
This blog is about walking. Sometimes it’s about walking through myself, which is an environment and peering at stuff. A snake den, I suspect. I’m pretty sure (if I correctly remember the […]
Bunchgrass: the Trail-maker and Philosopher
I promised some thoughts on ecology today. I’ll post them tomorrow. To keep the intricacy of environment in mind, here’s a photograph of a clump of bunchgrass. Of the millions I have […]
Translating Gaia: a Cautionary Tale
Alexander von Humboldt, credited with first diagnosing global warming some eight generations ago, as well as the concept of Nature as “all that there is” and the living Earth, Gaia herself … […]
The Day the Sky Came Down to Earth
The shallots I planted last July are blooming now, and replacing the lost nodding onions up on the hill. The sky has noticed. Welcome, Sky! These blue beauties were in the mariposa […]
Who Is the Smart One Now?
Balance, that’s the thing. The deer eat the buds of Siya? in the winter, as they hang down nice and low. This nibbling stiffens the branch and forces it up and out […]
Tragedy in the Spring Snow
Our little herd of nine does had two fawns last year. The coyotes got one last week. This doe is now being very protective. It’s hard, though. Forage is reduced by overgrazing, the […]
More Than Ground Cover
When the weather is cool, spring is what you make of it. The red oregon grape leaves among the poison ivy berries I found growing along Kalamalka Lake, are attracting warm light, […]
The Grasslands and Free Will
I saw something beautiful today. Want to see? Just follow my footsteps. Trudge trudge trudge. Here we go… Before the snow comes, the grass is dense. It sways in the wind. Just […]
