Here’s something I’ve learned in Iceland: use whatever you have at hand. Yes, I knew that already, because that’s how the Germans invented science along the old pilgrimage road between Paris and […]
The Language of Ice
The Incubator
For four years I knocked around in the Vancouver Island city of Campbell River, an old pulp mill and fishing town that has met hard times. It contains, however, two remarkable artists. […]
Okanagan Okanogan 