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 […]
If your country started out as a chain of volcanoes …. …very exotic volcanoes… … in the tropical Pacific, very different volcanoes …. … in five different island chains over 150 million […]
This is no ordinary planet we live on. I think it’s best to walk outside and take a look … There are many flames, new and old, in this photograph of Middleton […]