Well, when it falls from the sky, it bends over all the bee-catching people, and covers all other trails. There where rain pools, seed falls. Porcupine grass bends willingly to this pressure. […]
Well, when it falls from the sky, it bends over all the bee-catching people, and covers all other trails. There where rain pools, seed falls. Porcupine grass bends willingly to this pressure. […]
Above this dry hill, the hawks roam. On its crest, the Saskatoons are blooming around old wetlands. The water is just over the hill. Lower down, the water comes in rain now, […]
Shadows are great. You can walk right through them. You can feel them pass over you like a cool hand. They are the space an object blocks from a source of light, […]
Trails are made by the land, and the eye in movement with the land, but not by the land alone. A trail down to flooded Columbia River at the McNary National […]
The kids learn the ideals of society. Or, better put, the parents try to teach them. But the Earth has its way, and even the lawnmowers succumb to her greater power. Eventually. […]
The grass that grows in clumps… … make a pattern that the mice and gophers follow under the snow. In this way, they deepen the grid. That the grass makes. In […]
The balance between water and other forms of energy is written on the land. It is written in colour and form, down to the finest level of correspondence. You cannot say: […]
Here you go. Not just a lump of basalt, eh. To look in, look out. No need to cut into your skull. Until you judge it, you are what you see. […]
Ah, the cedars of Cedar Falls! Such a beautiful coastal landscape. The rainforest! The great green land! Wondrous. Look again. These are one landscape. That is Cascadia.
This is the forest. This is the way the forests were 200 years ago. Welcome to the Savannas of the Marble Mountain Eskers.