
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 […]
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 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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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!
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 […]
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 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 […]
These are clouds. Just a bit of Okanagan bedrock, yes, but, yes, clods , or clouds. Here are some more clouds, or clods, clots and thickenings. Just a few clouds torn by […]