Plants don’t grow in dirt. Well, maybe snow buckwheat. The old glacial river eddy (above) high above Priest Valley had its gravel bed stripped away fifteen years ago. So far, nothing has […]
Weeds, Nature, Erosion and Hope. With a Fly, too.
Seeing, Views, Awareness and Paradise Within B.C. Industrial Culture
To hunt requires vision. Hunting is not necessary today. One-on-one interaction with the planet has become work. Or recreation. Canoeing on Big Bar Lake Compare that to how the government […]
Towards a New Cartography, Part 2: Canada is not the Land…yet
The land has stories. To say “Hawk hunting chickadees on the edge of The Vineyard at the Rise in Vernon” is not the land’s story. That is the story of a mapped […]
The Role of Poetry in Industrial Development
I showed you some beautiful patterns that poetry was able to read from natural processes. Here are some further patterns, that extend them into useful manipulations. Notice that these, too, are not […]
Indigenous Culture, Settler Culture and Canada: Agriculture’s Highways and Byways
Harold Innis argued long ago … Societies that depend solely on time-biased media are oral and tribal. Although leadership tends to be hierarchical, time-bound societies may also operate by consensus. Since, in […]
Truth and Reconciliation on the Canadian Farm
Because this is a country built around a mix of public and private property, and built especially upon long-distance communication from across the continent and the oceans, the dominance of transportation ensures […]
The Artistic Gestures of the New Okanagan
The first wave of colonization in the Okanagan Valley saw Canadian, British and Belgian entrepreneurs parachuting into the valley to create a series of fruiting gardens and their service towns, integrating European […]
Learning the Future from Clover
What a world we live in. Once, there was a shamanic landscape. If you walked out into the grass, you were in a wind that blew off the stars. The old stories […]
Walking Wide-Eyed into Apocalypse
Cement trucks own the land, and leave their marks and scat to prove it. A very confident business, with the carelessness of cultural belonging and humans attracted to it. Humans are useful […]
The Beauty of Boundaries
Without a roll of flagging tape, it’s a weedy hill. With it, it’s art. What a gesture! Like this, really:
