Let’s open with poetry today, and then stand firmly in science. First, the earth turns towards the sun … (Trumpets tooting … can you hear them?) … and the starlings hold the […]
Let’s open with poetry today, and then stand firmly in science. First, the earth turns towards the sun … (Trumpets tooting … can you hear them?) … and the starlings hold the […]
Sometimes a man just has to say what is in his heart. I have been writing about the creator of environmental consciousness in the settler culture of British Columbia, on the North […]
I learned to speak of the earth without words. Good thing. Look at it. Beautiful Fall Lichens. Knox Mountain. Not a word in sight. Still, I might know the world intimately, I might […]
Recently, I gave the Fourth Annual Haig-Brown Memorial Lecture in Environmental Writing, in which I argued for, among other things, the inclusion of other species into personhood and human identity, and demonstrated […]
Roderick Haig-Brown fished for salmon, but his croquet pitch is now graced with fish as colourful as the hand-tied flies he used as words when he talked with fish and learned to […]