Yesterday. Last night. Footsteps. Notice how they broke the lake (gasp). Trudge, trudge, trudge, trudge… Sometimes it got kinda wet. See what I mean about breaking the lake? Today. Philosophers at work.
Yesterday. Last night. Footsteps. Notice how they broke the lake (gasp). Trudge, trudge, trudge, trudge… Sometimes it got kinda wet. See what I mean about breaking the lake? Today. Philosophers at work.
Slim pickings. Migration has its fine points.
At 15 Below, all the little chickadees were in the weeds, and the hawk came by over my left shoulder at 1 metre altitude, seeing who it could spook. While it was […]
Canada is a place that buys bamboo sticks and rods and posts and stakes from China so we can hold up our tomato plants and gladioli and other fine and lovely things […]
In this deep inland fjord, it’s often the case that the sun that elsewhere (so I am told) rises in the East actually first shows itself in the west, as you can […]
The whole idea of separating life into a taxonomy of species misses connection. A little water, some sage brush hills, a lone siya? and some Douglas firs peaking over from the Head […]
It used to be that Canada geese, those endearing and silly honkers, flew south to the United States for the winter, and then came back north. Now they honk around the Okanagan […]
Following the new deer trail uphill because the clouds are so beautiful today. Ah, the hawks are back. Here’s one looking for a marmot on Marmot Rock, on Marmot Hill. […]
The price of industrialization is often hidden, but sometimes it’s out in the open. Here is a nursery within a new apple orchard. These trees would have been grafted under a government […]
When “nature” is a collection of weeds, one might think that colonialism was complete and that we are living in the end times. Weeds, smoke mixed into the winter fog, the morning […]