Somebody loves snow buckwheat. Best not to plant lavender in its place, don’t you think?
Somebody loves snow buckwheat. Best not to plant lavender in its place, don’t you think?
It is a wave breaking on a shore. It is sifted by trees that hold the night within themselves. The sun enters the water, and shines from there. (In the image below, it catches a […]
Beauty is a signature that a human was present, using its bodily senses to measure the precise balances in a landscape and to align its body with them. Some beautiful early morning […]
When lakes take to the air, they get curious … …and I am glad (which is the completion of curiosity, in this odd binary language we are trying to converse in.) It […]
Five days ago, a billion frogs crawled out of the Big Bar Lake wetland, and sunned on the Otter Marsh trail, while looking for some mud to overwinter. Yes, those are […]
Water flows overhead. Land turns below. Between them … … sun and wind are one, and gravity moves water … … as if it were the molten metal at the earth’s core. This […]
The blue bunch wheatgrass of the West, the signature grass of the Intermontane Grasslands, the beautiful one herself, stands straight and tall, until her seeds grow heavy and weigh her down, but […]
The arc of a rainbow and the arc of a fire sprinkler are both the result of gravity on an extraterrestrial level. We really are living among the stars.
From the many … Rose Hips … the many … … that is one… … and from the one … … the one.
If you were a sage bush, you would think of ideas coming in groups of three. Lots of groups of three. In fact, you wouldn’t even notice you were doing that.