White ash scribbler! Gardom Lake Compare the language of the poplar, which is less process and more about repetition and echo. And the firs and cottonwoods? Well. What benders. Firs dark, cottonwoods […]
The land is beautiful and sacred in these parts. It makes us want to enter it. John Day Painted Hills That’s because we are a migratory, hunting species, that responds both to […]
Trees viewed through air. Trees viewed through water. It is your eye, and your mind, that sees both, not the world. Of course, we have binary vision, which means we see […]
Let’s say you are along the river and want to make an important map. To learn how, why not go to Buffalo Eddy on the Snake? There are patterns here. Buffalo Eddy […]
The land has a spirit. You can find it in a dead ponderosa pine. You can find it in a living stone. In the long life record of pine bark and pitch. […]
The ground is rich with opal here. Mostly, it is in thin sheets repairing the splintered rock from the violent collision that made this land. You can read it, though. On the […]
The sun rises in the east? No, not really. It materializes in the fog. Sure, objectively, the earth turns, and there the sun is, ta da, but, seriously, look: But is it […]
The gulls, eh. Restless at dusk. Maybe they can show us a path away from the colonial mapped and fenced landscape. They do circle around, don’t they! Imagine the interlocking fields of […]
At first, dimness. In the dim world, a loon, which flies, swims and dives (and thus lives in all worlds at once.) This is the shadow world, that moves through all things, […]
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 […]
