I’ve been asked: what’s the point of all this? Good question. Here, this is the point. Big Sage and Crested Wheat Grass Lots of points In a culture that gives priority at […]
What’s the Point?
2000 Posts of Okanagan Okanogan: a Celebration!
2000 times I have looked closely at the land and squawked to you what I have seen. It has been beautiful. But then the world has gone up in smoke. And […]
Cultural Evolution in a Post-Canadian Landscape
Today, sober reflection. Tomorrow, a celebration. Kind of a small difference, eh. When the 5,000-year-old rattlesnake den on the hill was blasted away to make room for the luxury view homes the […]
Smoke on the Orchards Reveals Some Structural Weaknesses in Canadian Apple Growing
Smoke is filtering out the sun. The hot August days are as cool as a warm day in March. Orchards, already struggling with a world glut of fruit, as the empty land […]
Wasps at Work, Wasps at War
The snow buckwheat started blooming today on the cliffs and rocky crags. The wasps are loving it. Lots of wasps all loving it at once. Beautiful wasps. Beautiful wasps with issues. […]
The Artistic Gestures of the New Okanagan
The first wave of colonization in the Okanagan Valley saw Canadian, British and Belgian entrepreneurs parachuting into the valley to create a series of fruiting gardens and their service towns, integrating European […]
Learning the Future from Clover
What a world we live in. Once, there was a shamanic landscape. If you walked out into the grass, you were in a wind that blew off the stars. The old stories […]
Reading Spring Together in Deep Summer
The way that the stalks of smúkwaʔxn… … fall and dry tells us of the weather and how water is passing through the soil as does the sound of our footsteps through […]
Linear and Non-Linear Child Development in the Okanagan, or Let’s Be An Invasive Species No More
There are selves daringly left out for view to be walked over in series. Lessons in the primacy of biology in Canadian culture are learned young. With great effort, they are built […]
Walking Wide-Eyed into Apocalypse
Cement trucks own the land, and leave their marks and scat to prove it. A very confident business, with the carelessness of cultural belonging and humans attracted to it. Humans are useful […]
