It’s a trickster power that mountains have. They create wind just by passing the sun between them, across the sky. Sunrise in the Similkameen (and the Puddin’head Talus in shadow) In the […]
Fairview Mountain has some stories to tell. Listening is easy.
We could look at the world from within the world. There are the scales, or shells, of willows, that open into the light, but there is also the space they open into. […]
March is neither winter nor spring. Its weather is not its own. Anything can happen this month, and usually does. It’s best to call it an empty space that other seasons pass […]
Some hawks tolerate being watched. Some don’t. It’s an example of how observation changes the observed world. I mean, how much of hunting behaviour is dependent upon being undisturbed at rest, or […]
I was formed by the water, soil and air of a mountain valley. One of the consequences is that, to me, the mountains are not “in” the sky, do not “block” the […]
A map is a grid of power. You could map the whole valley out into that grid, and you’d have a pretty good idea where things were really happening in modern industrial […]
Amazingly, I spotted him first (long after he spotted me.) It was the shape that caught my eye, not his colour. What is amazing about that is that I spotted the female, […]
Siya? is budding out now. Poplar has put winter behind her. We are looking into the distance now. Together. Together! We are on the move!
One of the great things you get to do as a porcupine is drag your big tail full of hair and quills behind you in the snow. Carving it. The wind does […]