When the land presses energy out, it makes a trail. Water can follow that trail, or that trail can be picked up by shrubs and lifted to the air, as in the […]
When the land presses energy out, it makes a trail. Water can follow that trail, or that trail can be picked up by shrubs and lifted to the air, as in the […]
Isn’t it very fine. There are the saskatoons of winter, with bark in a palette of rose and plum. Then there are the saskatoons of springtime. Look at their palette now! (This […]
It might be tiny, but these poplars breathe in the slow breath of its tides, not in the fast one of that jet speeding south to Vancouver overhead. The tides flood through us, […]
Taking away the leaves and showiness, and the sun reflecting in a white glare off of the scales of her limbs, and what is a saskatoon? Just look at her palette, from […]
Here’s a paper birch singing the sun today. Here Here are the notes for her sun song put into a ladder of spirit. This is the voice of the universe. Here are […]
So, the chickadees come and eat the weed seeds. This is part of the ecology of the new grasslands. It’s like moving to Mars, except Mars comes to you. Still, tasty, and […]
The grasslands are ruined and replaced with a colony of weeds from the russian steppes, with toxins and diesel fuel in their veins. It is often true, and a source of our […]
The Bella Vista Mule Deer Does
For a week now, a hole of air, either empty of cloud or filled with it distinctly from surrounding cloud, has formed over the city of Coldstream, close to the eastern end […]
I spent the early winter reading a beautiful and, unfortunately, incomplete book: Crossing Home Ground, by David Pitt-Brooke. It records an epic walk through the grasslands of Southern British Columbia: my own […]