There is a story to things. This bluff above an old Nimiipu’u village site on the Snake River in Idaho has a story: Hells Gate State Park Note the Fall Rye planted […]
In this series of posts I am exploring what might be required to set colonialism behind us and create a country for our future children’s children’s children, all of us, human, loon, […]
It’s a beautiful book. Designed, by the looks of it, to be sold as a gift shop memento, Victorian perhaps. Note the trompe d’oeil of the bug on the cover, which takes […]
I have been asked how pre-modern experience … Buffalo Eddy can relate to post-modern experience. Disturbed Doe It would be a pleasure to just be able to say, hey, they are the […]
Like the grass on the Big Bar Esker below, I don’t live in the straight beams of light. I live at the continuity of points of intersection with them, which bend in […]
Universities are the place in which Western societies educate their youth, create knowledge, and pass on social values. I wonder why that doesn’t happen here: The Salmon River Enters the Snake It […]
High above the confluence of the Snake and Clearwater rivers, in the southeastern reach of my plateau homeland, the Camas Prairie catches the sky. The camas once bloomed in blue fields here. […]
A few weeks back I went to Asotin, where the Moray eels used to come up from the sea to spawn. Chief Looking Glass’s camp was there, at the fishery. Here’s the […]
One of the significant and unique forms of rock art at Buffalo Eddy on the Snake River looks like this: A human figure with a triangular body. It looks like a buffalo […]
Reading the sky, I’ve just realized, is not a matter of translating the dramatic movements of clouds and light into words or ideas, but reacting to them in the manner of responding […]
