It is still life. Death, be not proud!
The Point of Still Life Art
When Thoughts are Branches …
… branches are thoughts. (Thinking like an oak is a fine way to travel through light.)
The Wisdom Path of the Trees
Trees open. The opening is us, not them, but we can’t do it without them.
Trees Know More
Until we are among them, then we know more, too. These ancient celtic forests in the Jura are still home after a couple thousand years. That kind of deep knowledge attests to […]
When Trees are Hills and Hills are Trees
Look how simple these high European landscapes are, how swept by the sea, how chewed by cows, how much the earth has been given over to the sky. Now, compare with the […]
Humans Greeting Tree
It’s all in the hand-eye coordination.
If This is Not Autumn What Is It?
Spring. Autumn isn’t a season. It’s a mood within a cultural tradition, that views life as a flow out of the earth during certain degrees of tilt of its northern shoulder towards […]
The Spirit of the Saskatoon
The bud closes over next springs flowers and leaves, and holds them through the cold. The saskatoon bush is their opening. It is all flower. So are we.
The Mind of a Thistle
This is russian thistle in her glory. Look at her climb a ladder of carbon to the sun, with precisely placed synapses to receive the wind. The colour of her sepals (not […]
Two Ways of Autumn
The european fern meets the Plateau sage. They enter the cold together. One holds below the ground. One holds in the sky. To both, the cold is nothing. As you can see, […]
Okanagan Okanogan 