This is how we change the world. We change the world. Mullein Changing the World on Some Crushed Gravel Leftover from Road-Building This is going on across the slope of a gravel […]
Taking a Second Look: It is Not Erosion
A Lesson From Iceland
Not everything is about settler culture… … and its failures… A Canadian Outpost in Vernon, Cascadia … and all cultures hold an indigenous heart. Any Celt Knows What to Do Among the […]
The Magical Language of Opals
The ground is rich with opal here. Mostly, it is in thin sheets repairing the splintered rock from the violent collision that made this land. You can read it, though. On the […]
Slow Glaciers, Cows, Deer, Lichen and Poetry Making a New Hydrology Together
A mysterious rock near the top of the hill. Here’s the hill in the smoke last fall. Looks dry, huh. We’re going up to the top of the bare patch at the […]
Okanagan Mountain in the Sky
Here is where the wind changes on Okanagan Lake. These are late afternoon pictures. In the morning, the water beyond this point was silver. Not like water-that-had-a-silver-colour but silver. The light was […]
A Home In the Earth and the Sun: The Beginnings of an Urban Blueprint
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 […]
On the Shore of the Marble River
The river flowed through the ice 12,000 years ago, and left these sinuous eskers as a bed. And the trees still flow through the ice boundary in a late spring morning. Glorious!
Space-Time and the Arrowstone Hills
Right, so yesterday I proposed that we can read the earth as a language built upon her bones, which divide horizontally into time and vertically into narrative and breakage. I also suggested […]
The Salt-Loving Bees of the Okanagan’s Glacial Rivers
When glaciers lay in the valley, rivers ran along the side of the ice, high up, 170 metres above today’s shore. They tell a tale still of eddies, currents, and washed-out and […]
The Centre of the Earth
The cinder cone is gone, but the bones of the land remain. This is my city, Vernon, viewed from its northeast rim. In the center left of the image is the old […]
