Plant high pointy things. Wait. The Okanagan Okanogan Spruce, with friend Sometimes it takes forty years, but what’s that? Half a human lifetime? Pshaw. You can hurry it along by building a […]
Plant high pointy things. Wait. The Okanagan Okanogan Spruce, with friend Sometimes it takes forty years, but what’s that? Half a human lifetime? Pshaw. You can hurry it along by building a […]
Brought a friend home from the road beside the hawthorns. Last spring, he neglected to look left and right. Sheesh. Magpie, Disassembled I hate it when my friends get like this. Still, […]
It has been a year now since I started walking into the hills with my camera as a way to write two books: one about energy and the land, and the other […]