I went looking for light. In a grey world, it was all in the red osier dogwoods, stəktəkcxʷlɬp, the purifier, the beloved of moose. I spent some time with it as it turned […]
I went looking for light. In a grey world, it was all in the red osier dogwoods, stəktəkcxʷlɬp, the purifier, the beloved of moose. I spent some time with it as it turned […]
Russian olive making an arc against gravity. Turkey vulture making an arc against gravity. Human trail, making an arc around gravity at Palouse Falls. Red Osier Dogwood using a ladder of carbon […]
Lake, right? Big lake, big fun! Pshaw. 150 metres above that lake. Rocks! Not just any rocks, either. Lake rocks, river rocks, and rocks that have fallen off a cliff, all together. […]
Rock (and marmots)… … rock and water … …the thing that makes them similar is you. Here, the same signature shows up again, in an old gold mine in Conconully. Fascinating, isn’t […]
The priestesses of Dionysus frolicked with satyrs in the night, in processions lit by pine pitch torches. It’s still going on! The old myth was not about people, or, better put, it […]
When Coyote trades his eyes for pebbles like Crow’s below, he can’t see a thing. It’s very funny. Each pebble is the world. Hard to choose! Each one really is the world. […]
Iceland was long isolated from the rest of Europe and maintained ancient, pre-industrial modes of creativity, economics and land use long after they had been rendered obsolete elsewhere. Many parts of Icelandic culture […]
Boundaries give focus. They’re also wildly frustrating. Grey Canal Trail, Bella Vista Hills A general human glance does not have boundaries like that. Neither, though, is a human glance — or human […]
In a petro-state, these are called dead leaves. In a petro-state, the image below is called life. Look closer. Those are the green leaves of petroleum-based nitrogen fertilizer, those are. Life, however, looks like […]
Photography: writing with light. A more anglo-saxon suggestion is sun print. There’s more to them than prints on paper. See that? That snow buckwheat is light written or (im)printed on metamorphic bedrock, or, actually, […]