Every moment of the sun is as focus as any other moment. This is hard for a human eye. It’s used to burrowing through light, to throw it into dimensions, which it […]
The Sun is Not a Focussing Aparatus
Deer Watching Over the Years
It’s good to do things in the right order. First, you see who has stuck a camera to his eye. Oh him. I saw him years back when I was stuck behind […]
Quick Light, Slow Light, Great Two-Sided Heart
The billions of years that are the intersection of Sun and Earth, which are all present at once and opening around us, can be viewed as new, arising in an instant and […]
Will You Decide to Stay?
If you’re looking for nature, why not go to the Chasm? A whole continental glacier drained out through here not that long ago. But if you’d rather get to know yourself, why […]
The Beauty and Danger of Using My Camera as a Calculator of Geometric Mathematics
There is great beauty in the way the processor of my camera seeks out fractal patterns in information and remembers the image through a series of mathematical repetitions, rather than a laying […]
The Meaning of Life
Imagine you are sitting among your ancestors, and you ask them, “What is the meaning of life?” and they answer with this: What do they mean? Oh, sure, some of them are […]
A Proposal for Nature Tourism for the Okanagan
This wetland beauty is what a real tourism is made of. I witnessed busloads of Asian tourists scattered across pastures in Iceland, to take pictures of exquisite light. The timing, the location, […]
The Mysterious Similkameen
Here where the glaciers ground each other to a halt and ate down into the earth instead, the Apex volcanic complex meets the North Cascades. After so many millions of years, they’re […]
Beautiful Old Tree
Peaches are scrubby little bushes from the Gobi Desert, that live to be fifteen years old, more or less, before they succumb to their many fragilities. Here’s one I’ve been caring for […]
Against the Descending Night, A Prayer in the Rushes
I am not angry. I am sad. My elders taught me that these were cat tails. They taught me that poetry was a fairy tale. They taught me that these were swamp […]
