I have come to the point at which the land and my self are one. It is not a politically correct space, but there it is. This is what I look like […]
Moving Into Turtle Island and Living in the Sun
Sacred Palouse Falls
The sacred pipe of Palouse Falls is lit by the sun … … even while the moon draws its stories onward as smoke … Peregrine Falcon Perch Under the Early Morning […]
Spirit of Place
While I’m working on a post about new water technology, here’s a beautiful image of a wasp foraging in the staghorn sumac flowers up the hill. It haunts me. To see an […]
Painting with Ice
Yesterday I talked about a language of ice. I’m still following that idea, of writing from the local materials of a place and going through the doorways opened by that kind of […]
The Language of Ice
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 […]
Visions of Earth and Sky
Been thinking. Putting two and two together. Thinking, “Some things are so obvious that you can’t see them for a long, long time, and then you see them and you think, whoosh, […]
Ripping Out the Landscape Cloth for My Sisters
The ladies are on the ridge line. Not behind the ridge line. On the ridge line. See? And the gentlemen are down in the sagebrush, far below. Like this… I tell you, these guys […]
Okanagan Okanogan 