The last time we were together, I spoke as a land of grass and rocks, enslaved to inter-human relations west of the Rocky Mountains. There’s a story out this way, that people […]
27. Manipulating the French in the Northwest
What Do You Call a Photograph When It’s Not Made With Light?
Photography: writing with light. A more anglo-saxon suggestion is sun print. There’s more to them than prints on paper. See that? That snow buckwheat is light written or (im)printed on metamorphic bedrock, or, actually, […]
Grass Bison Without Legs
The energy of the land comes forth in certain forms. Here in buffalo country in Montana, it’s up to its old tricks. Grass Bison! I know Montana is outside my homeland, but it’s […]
On My Way to Bearpaw
The sun came in under the clouds and illuminated the buffalo country. I felt the absence of the buffalo keenly. “Nature” seems to be no replacement.
Okanagan Okanogan 