The Snow Buckwheat Country: All at Once The Grass Country: One… …by… …one. It’s not indigenous if it isn’t expressing the energies of the land. The energies are there for all to […]
The Snow Buckwheat Country: All at Once The Grass Country: One… …by… …one. It’s not indigenous if it isn’t expressing the energies of the land. The energies are there for all to […]
This is not an image of mountains, not of what rises or mounts, but what held against the ice that cut all else away. The Coast Mountains The ice is now air. […]
The rattles of summer! Westron Wind, when wilt thou blow, the small rain down can rain.
They are still being born. They are countless and perfect. Born from suns themselves. At home in the complex interstellar environment. And now they are leaving home. Soon they will drift on […]
Look at the yellow dock gone to seed. Look at a mule deer plant it in the sun. There is balance in beauty and beauty in balance. Everything leaves its trace.
One image three times… Wasp Drinking. Earth Drinking. Sun Drinking. … that’s the way it is on this planet. That’s the way it is.
While making arrangements for my father’s funeral a week ago, I walked down at dawn to the mouth of Simm’s Creek, on Eastern Vancouver Island. No, this is not rain. Four years […]
What starts out cool and soft and evaporating out of stone … … leaves stone behind, warm and hard and singing in the wind. These are the mysteries.
She doesn’t know spring, summer or fall, drought or rain. She just knows the flow within twigs. Her connection with the earth is that sure and self-contained.
This is how to walk through the face of the sun. Pretty great, eh! NASA, sorry guys, but we’re already there.