Plastic, Gardens and Drought

The replacement of lawn with gravel to save a rain shadow valley from drought is based on the principle of laying plastic down over the living earth and smothering it so that its natural creative energy is killed.Or so it seems. After only two or three years, the earth reasserts herself and begins to bury the stones.
Any decorative appeal, which was gained at great expense, is soon lost.

Things begin to look like hell.

What a lot of work it is to kill the earth. Sometimes it’s just easier to give up and grow a garden.

Dang, but a few years will nix that, too. Whew.
Best to give that up to and relax by the lake. A cool brewsky. Kids playing in the sand. Corn on the cob. Nature, you know? Nice. Here’s the corn, coming along.

Oh, crap. Of course, you don’t have to kill the earth. You can use plastic to bring her to life, too. Water, you know.

A society gardens in its own image. That’s the thing. If you want to know your country, look to its gardens.


Art and Life

Art doesn’t belong to humans, but human art has consequences. Here is an art form made by sun and water…

rainbowRainbow Over Vernon

Object or process? Why must one choose?

It’s like asking: Man or Woman? Oh, please, both. They go together so beautifully. Like bird and house …


Starling at Home in a Real Bird House, Turtle Mountain

This building easily has fifty holes like this, and another hundred covered (hopelessly) with tin. Birds fly in and out endlessly. I bet it’s noisy and smelly inside. Humans are not welcome. This is no longer their place.

Contemporary humans love to dissect things. For example, city health officials are going to want to dissect that house and turn it into land fill some day. To think: another species is starting to live in houses! Can’t  happen!


When Humans Leave the Earth …

… the earth replaces them. Here, starlings have moved into the human ecological niche. Think of this as The Galapagos, Version 2.0. The resulting interaction between humans and starlings, as both claim the ecological niche, is an object of art.

To give starlings a leg up on becoming the masters of interior decorating, a house is required. An object. A piece of art. A building as a piece of art? Well, yes, in the process of a context …


Photography, Vernon

A tool that can sculpt art out of any process and process out of any art. Must one choose? 

It’s a mainstay of contemporary artistic theory that one cannot make objects, only processes. Only processes, it appears, are art. To make these processes, one uses objects, yet the objects are disregarded. That’s a choice, not a logical imperative. So is this:


The Dumpster, Vernon

The primary sculptural form of Contemporary Canadian Culture. Transportable, tipple, movable, and, in a pinch, a house, a shopping mall, and a grocery store. The Dumpster has it all. Because it is an object, however, it is not regarded as art. And a good thing. As evidenced by the paint marks to the left, art is being actively erased in this neighbourhood, on the principle that art destroys the value of property, which, despite being public, is private. Notice that wall, dumpster and grass are immune from this censorship. Sometimes it helps to be an object. Objects appear to have great capacities of resistance. Art, however, at least the intellectually acceptable variety, disregards them. This is how humans leave their planet. This is how that is witnessed.

There is a class of objects, however, which are considered art. This is the group of artifices called industrial memory objects. They are usually made out of such industrial materials as recycled plastic …

IMG_8634Garden Centre Fountain Offered for Sale, Swan Lake

Why oh why did they not add blue dye instead of yellow? Photo: Anassa Rhenisch

… or even recycled waste from dumpsters, shipped to China, reprocessed by people in the process of leaving the earth, and shipped back to North America, to help North Americans in their own self-assigned task of leaving the earth, along the principle that every house needs a bit more off-gassing.


Plastic Grass, Vernon Discount Store

Cheaper than the real thing, and unchanging over the seasons. This is an example of an art form in which object has triumphed over process. This art form is known as prettification. It is intended for indoor, rather than outdoor use.

So is the earth remembered by creatures who have left it. Meanwhile, on the earth …

P1000022 Landscaping, Downtown Vernon

This is the art form known as beautification. It is part of the aesthetic of leaving the earth.

For all its object-centred essence, this industrial garden is showing the signs of wear. As its stones flow away due to the predation of winter snowplows, water and light return. This object, married with the absence of some of its parts, is returning to process.P1000027

Life in a Puddle

It has all the time in the world. Even the maple trees are moving into abandoned human ecological niches, aren’t they.

Process, yes, but without the object, no process. Process, yes, but without humans, the object. Forcing the choice is death or just torture.

P1090591Tree Slave Bearing the Ritual Scars of the War Between Object and Process, Kelowna

In this art form, the tree, an ancient life form, is used as a slave in order to influence the processes of humans. Still an object, though. Life, here, has been object-ified in order to create a process-based art work. In this case, the process is operating to convince humans within cars that they are travelling through a Garden of Eden.

Given the great gap between the organic processes of the tree (and the trace it leaves of them in form) and the wounds from which the tree suffers under the effects of human process-based art, I can only conclude that to humans living in their post-earth process-based world, the relationship between tree and human body is invisible to these creatures. They have, already, left life (and bodies) behind for something else. That something else is art. Where have process-based humans migrated, in their rush to leave objects behind? Aha, that’s the fascinating thing. They are where you’d least expect them. In objects!


A Row of Post-Object Humans, Vernon

Hiding out as electrical poles, while a memory object of humans decorates the side of a building. Memory objects (rather than the process-based art of taggers) is not censored in this community. Logically. Without the object, the process of re-creating humans as electrical poles ends and they must stay there forever.

Somewhere, the creatures still remember that there is something better. Something with a different kind of process.

bee Bee, Foraging, Bella Vista

Choose life. It is an art form that does not separate process from object or object from process. In fact, it does not tolerate such separation.

A Damselfly in the Wilderness

I live in Oregon Territory. My part is owned by the Government of Canada now, but it  started here, in the musings of an American in his last hours. His name was Henry David Thoreau.

The sun sets on some retired meadow, where no house is visible, with all the glory and splendor that it lavishes on cities, and perchance as it has never set before–where there is but a solitary marsh hawk to have his wings gilded by it, or only a musquash looks out from his cabin, and there is some little black-veined brook in the midst of the marsh, just beginning to meander, winding slowly round a decaying stump. We walked in so pure and bright a light, gilding the withered grass and leaves, so softly and serenely bright, I thought I had never bathed in such a golden flood, without a ripple or a murmur to it. The west side of every wood and rising ground gleamed like the boundary of Elysium, and the sun on our backs seemed like a gentle herdsman driving us home at evening.


So we saunter toward the Holy Land, till one day the sun shall shine more brightly than ever he has done, shall perchance shine into our minds and hearts, and light up our whole lives with a great awakening light, as warm and serene and golden as on a bankside in autumn.


Henry David Thoreau, Walking, 1862.


Sounds like this wilderness is a pretty beautiful place! There’s only one snag: it was recently cleared of its Indigenous peoples; the wilderness that Thoreau sees to the west of New England, and which the United States will soon populate, is a created object. Thoreau treats it as a refreshment for inbred intellects and a place for re-creating wild life within humans — which he identifies as “Indian” life. What Thoreau doesn’t mention, and likely didn’t know, is that it had to be achieved by killing those “Indians”, because they were in the way of this life-giving wildness. Ironically, they are to be honoured by creating wildness within American souls. And so we get this …


Vernon Rowing and Paddling Centre, Swan Lake

Settler culture re-creation on the shores of a Syilx food lake.

That is the point of North American history. It comes down to that image. For a time, there were dreams of growing food and healthy children on this earth, but, well, a look around the paddling centre (a former farm) will show you just how temporary that idea was …


… and a closer look will show you something amazing…

damselsnailbDamselfly in the Invasive Weeds

Still making a go of it after all these years; still turning the sun into pure spirit; still moving it around.

The earth just doesn’t give up! In contemporary Okanagan culture, the rowers, the weeds and the damselfly live in the same relationship to agriculture and its attempts to find a language halfway between local and distant cultures. They have all gone wild. The only difference between them is that the damselfly has moved from non-wild Syilx earth into wild Syilx-less earth, while the others have moved the other way. It’s the only one not looking for wildness, because it’s the only one already in it. In other words, the wildness was never in Syilx territory. It was in Thoreau’s head, and in those of his countrymen. all along. When you row on Swan Lake today, you are rowing in Thoreau’s head, laid as a map over the water and the land. Beautiful, eh!

Next: Wildness Moving Back to the City; culture and respect moving back to the land.




Photographic Punk: Another Look at the Urban Okanagan

Yesterday, I shared a vision for my city, Vernon, in the North Okanagan, based around the notion of steampunk, an art form usually praised for funky flea market jewelry made from recycled watches, and novels with computers, dragons, and zeppelins all flying around together having great, low-tech adventures. I see this exciting new way of considering urban space to have the capacity to unite communities into common vision (because it is already universal) and to provide as well clear terms for creating healthy interfaces with the earth, using terms rooted in young, popular culture, where any future will be created. While I work out some more detailed principles, I’d like to leave you with a thought. It’s about photography. These are all images of humans. What you will see as you scroll down are (bear with me here) four humans. Have a look at the beautiful creatures…

zone Human #1

A steampunk creation of brick, asphalt, a power pole, paper for recycling, a glass window,  a magnificent art work of natural gas piping, and some handsome sturdy posts, as part of the human-automobile war. This human lives in an alley between the Vernon Art Gallery & Civic Parkade and a discount clearance outlet selling anything and everything in no particular order.

We’re working on the primary sculptural principle that sculptures are representations of the space of a human body in time, but those are big words for something that photography has made simple. Here’s our second human:

planter2Human #2

Empty flower planter and dry fountain at the Vernon Museum & Archives. Budgets are tight. Flowers and water appear to be the first thing to go. Even though dry, though, the human still appears to be doing well.

It is one of the principles of photography that everything it captures takes on significance. It is an industrial, machine process so perfectly pitched to human consciousness that it fools us every time. It is, in other words, a form of sculpture. More on that in a second, but first, human #3…

lter Human #3

Recycling waste cowering for shelter around a sturdy pole, becomes, when meshed with a muralized wall, a human, bravely facing the future, although with a certain amount of unease.

It was Mary Shelley who first created the steampunk world, right when photography was invented. Her creation, Frankenstein, was a novel cobbled together out of experiences, ghost stories, and folk tales. It’s star, Frankenstein’s monster, was cobbled together out of dead body parts, reignited by a spark of electricity, and wanting a life of its own: pure steam punk! Also, pure photography. Here’s Human #4.


Human #4

A particularly bright-eyed specimen, with very intriguing body alterations and decorations. A splendid example of steampunk. Backside of the Royal Canadian Legion.

Now, one might wish to call these humans “robots”, but I’d prefer that we called them images of contemporary Vernon citizens. I think they’re beautiful, and can be brought together with the other, fleshier humans, who live amongst them, to create a new language.  I am intrigued by how photography, which in a way (through its industrial nature) led society down the path towards being divorced from the earth, can now lead us back by helping us to see where its effects sit within our cities. I think these photographs are sculptures. I think Vernon itself is one giant spiritual photograph, one that is dynamically alive, as here in the one functioning civic fountain …

splish Notice the Clock!

Photography traditionally achieved its effects of aestheticizing the world through the addition of time: a photograph of anything 100 years old is automatically art. It’s a fascinating effect. Now, though, we have the Vernon Post Office …womantreeclose

A Woman’s Tree Fear

… the effects are immediate, and time has saturated all aspects of the urban environment. See how I got to steampunk? All those lockets and earrings made from old watch gears, and all those thousands of people streaming around to garage sales on Saturday, are all playing an interesting aesthetic game with time. The tree above is not, and that’s what’s interesting. This difference means that there is great latent power within this aesthetic, and I’d like to accept the challenge of trying to find words for it and to bring it to healthy life. I’ll leave you with one more thought, while I think further on this. Here’s the local farmer’s market …

sweetandsavoury Tents, Cars and People in a Parking Lot

One part of future economic health. 

And here’s another…

acupofteaA Pot of Tea (or, a Farm of the Future, or Human #5)

Back Alley in Vernon, with muffler, pineapple weed, and a used coffee cup. In the steampunk world, which adds articles together to create temples of time, nature is trying to get into the picture. The steampunk image is currently looking to the past, and to a very dirty industrial one, too. The plants are pushing the image into, what… life punk?

Let’s follow it!

Next: I hope to have some clear terms for this form of art and future making.

Vernon: Steam Punk Capital of the World

Steam punk is a branch of writing and art (especially jewelry and sculpture, romantic novels and visual poetry) that recombines materials from the age of steam and iron, and sets them in the contemporary world of petroleum and electrons. Here’s what has to say about all that:

  • Take place in the Victorian era but include advanced machines based on 19th century technology (e.g. The Difference Engine by William Gibson and Bruce Sterling);

  • Include the supernatural as well (e.g. The Parasol Protectorate by Gail Carriger);

  • Include the supernatural and forego the technology (e.g. The Anubis Gates by Tim Powers, one of the works that inspired the term ‘steampunk’);

  • Include the advanced machines, but take place later than the Victorian period, thereby assuming that the predomination by electricity and petroleum never happens (e.g. The Peshawar Lancers by S. M. Stirling); or

  • Take place in an another world altogether, but featuring Victorian-like technology (e.g. Mainspring by Jay Lake).

Very cool stuff. A popular way of crafting some good steampunk is to hop on down to the flea market and scrounge up some  broken watches and costume jewelry, and do your magic to them, like this:


What’s not to love? You can view the rest of this Australian Maestro’s gallery here. Well, here’s the thing. I’m living on the edge of a city in the grasslands, and for a year and a half I’ve been talking about the lost world of the grass, and trying to show how it’s the future, while wandering through the houses and vineyards that have been plunked down in the middle of it like some bad body jewelry. Well, I’ve just had a brainwave. This is steampunk!


Steam Punk in the Hills!

OK, maybe more waterpunk, but still, right?

You see, this city is flush with crafty artists and self-proclaimed avante garde writers, who are busy … making old things, in old ways. The truly avante garde poet Jason Dewinetz, for instance, pretty much gave up poetry to devote himself to a letterpress. He has never been so happy. You can find his award-winning design work at Here’s one:


One of the first books Jason did, before he was in the dungeon of Okanagan College and out at the Greenboathouse just up the lake from my house now, and long before I moved here, was this baby. First, the proud papa…

daydreamhr … and then the book …daydreamh

And for a sample of this translation of Shakespeare into a kind of steampunk nrrgh? Here you go: click. At the time, I was trying to work out some things about oral language, but what I did manage was to translate myself into Vernon, capital of steampunk. It’s not just Jason. It’s Kevin Mcpherson Eckhoff, too. He’s a stand-up comic who teaches writing things at Okanagan College, hangs around Jason’s dungeon, and hosts chapbook making afternoons at Vertigo Gallery in Vernon. Here’s one of Jason’s books…


This tradition of using Victorian etchings in new and wild ways as a new art form and a daughter of poetry and excellent glue-stick technique has roots in the first world war, and wouldn’t you know it! So does Vernon! In fact, in Vernon, the men of the entire Interior, between the Coast Mountains and the Rocky Mountains, a country as big as West Germany, were lured into a makeshift camp on the grasslands, trained for a few weeks in marching and lunging, and then sent off to France, where they all died. And that was the end of that. Well, you might think so, but not in Vernon. Now it’s steampunk. Look:


In Vernon, the War has Just Begun!

See the Steampunk touch? The mirrored wall beside it, complete with tagging and this photographer’s legs and worn-out hiking boots? Excellent, Vernon!

In fact, the war is everything to Vernon.


Note the Steampunk Hand-written Addition!

That’s one tagger I owe a cup of coffee. It was a French soldier who shot my Great Uncle Alfred through the head and sent him down the long road of a private post-war battle with the German Post Office and, gasp, eventual incarceration in an insane asylum in Sweden, no less. Not a boy from Vernon. No, they were all dead by the time Verdun rolled around.

My resolute hatred of war aside, I think this steampunk thing is the key to local society. After all, here’s a local alley…


The Last Two Straws

The installation would be nothing without the tire. Pure steampunk!

Even the local art gallery is in on the act. It is right now trying to get funding to move out of its parkade before the local museum gets funding to move out of space built 50 years ago and as tiny as a crypt, while the politicians are trying to insist that they become one building, with one great big cold storage for all their paintings and artifacts (this was a fruitgrowing town once, and cold storage knowledge runs deep in the veins). Here’s what it looks like from the street…

show2 Annual High School Student Show, Vernon Art Gallery

While the kids are being taught about the ancient aesthetic thing of art (In mnany places, contemporary with the pre-World War I era, but in Vernon definitely a NOW thing), the passing traffic is driving right through their paintings. Really…


Pure Steam Punk.

Note the lack of “plant art” in the “planting box frame”. For “art”, the writing is on the wall.

You see how that works? No need for a multi-million dollar gallery. Just a cold storage and a bunch of polished windows, and we’re in. Meanwhile, over at city hall, the wise councillors are into a little steampunking of their own…

fountainoflifeCivic Fountain

That’s an elm seed (an invasive weed) and a dead mosquito and … eeyew.

You see how this works? Vernon is so steampunk, that everything is steampunk here. Even nature. Now “nature” is not a word I use when I’m in the grass, but down in town, where it’s an aesthetic thing, well …

manintree See the Man Walking Up in the Tree?

I wish I could do that. Very futuristic! And the civic offices? Aha!

blackbird Former Flower Planter

Now a weed planter, framing the reflected “nature” in the office window… no different than the art gallery with its cars, but grass and dandelions. Wow. Just wow. Brilliant use of media, guys! I owe this landscaper a coffee, too. And as for the War That Will Not End, even it is fought in Nature …

neverendingwar Note the Flag!

In Vernon, where World War II soldiers line up at the bus shelter, Canada is steam punk, too.

Now, I’m thinking that we could make common cause here. I could use the concept of steampunk to find an appropriate language for the colonial treatment of the earth in this place and put on some photography/text shows to blow the whole idea of nature wide open, so even Leipzig, champions of street art, would notice, Kevin and Jason could teach the stuff at the college, the museum and the art gallery could move in together and make steampunk displays of both artifacts and paintings in the same installations, and install stuff in windows to keep it all up to date, the taggers could be put on the gallery board of directors, the landscaper dude can be given a bag of dandelion seeds to work his magic on the civic lawns, and the road crew could use their mastery of abstract impressionism …


… to beautify the streets.

headrushGreen Light in Vernon

A head rush, for sure. There’s no limit. The cars don’t actually have to move…

waitingThey’re Waiting for Us to Catch Up!

Notice the excellent steampunk decoration of nature in the background. Exciting stuff!

Whatever else happens, the galleries and museums are going to need to reflect a culture in which the current galleries, the back alleys of town, are endlessly creative …

windowsweedswideIt Just Would Be So Much Less Without the Nature

Here too …

boxy Clever Use of Asphalt and Cardboard

And here…

door A Veritable Steam Punk Novel!

And pure mystery here …wallofmysteriesMystery Wall.

It is time to honour the culture of this place, and to help it heal its war wounds by bringing it to a language that can mesh its exciting culture of power …

betweenturns It’s Unclear Whether You Should Turn Left

and gas …

fitting This Gas Fitter Should Get an Award from the Regional Arts Council

Especially for that drain.

… and power…

redwhiteblue I weep for the joy of it. And for its exquisite use of line …redno Right to the Red Door!

…and (Hey, it is steam punk) Victorian lighting technology …lamplines In Vernon We Don’t Let in the Light. We Beam it to the Stars.

What a gas!

Not just a gas, but jazz…

jazzline The Power Lines of Vernon: A National Artistic Treasure

One of the earliest public art installations in the country, and, thanks to steam punk, excellently preserved. It makes those decades of a fruit industry all worthwhile!

And just in case you forget to …breatheBreathe.

More of that private parking thing, though. I think humans are at war with cars.

This war must end!

reflecteyes No Cars, No Steam Punk!

Note the eyes in the back window.

After all, the cars, strategically placed, beneath walls painted with the right colours, with the right orientation to the sun … can become steam punk, too!


Vigilance is necessary …wild

… and nature could be treated with as much honour as the concrete it complements…

planter Weeds Trying to Steam Punk an Abandoned Planter for Shrubberies

Well, shrubberies were so 1970s. There was still money here. There was still a fruit industry. The museum had 50 years less steam punk to try to preserve. Time is part of every story here. And out on the outskirts, where something of the earth still breathes?  Aha …

plasticvistaThe Plastic Has Been Laid Down

Steam Punking the Land

It’s only here, where the city breaks down at its edges, that steam punking is a bad idea. In the city core, steampunking adds life. Out here, it’s just death. This soil has been stripped of nutrients, plasticized, chemically sprayed for weeds (yesterday, to prevent seed germination), and pounded back to rock …

soilTractor Blight

Steam punk gone bad.

So, you see. Steam punk, the heart and soul of a city that so wants to have a big art gallery like those huge multinational global cities of artistic excellence like Kelowna! What? You haven’t heard of Kelowna? Well, you’re forgiven. It’s a strip mall of car dealerships that sits on top of a bunch of old onion fields, but here’s the thing: they have the steam punk bug too.


Stephen Foster’s Toy Portraits, June 22 to September 29th, 2013

Pure Steampunk!

Now, in Kelowna this stuff is called “Art”, but in Vernon it’s the streets. We have an incredible confluence of forces: museum, gallery, college, writers, print foundry, book designers, taggers, landscapers, road crews, and all the people who dress up like this …

olourfulworldWithout Colourful People, Vernon is Just for Cars

… just to keep the colour thing working. Kelowna doesn’t have that. As for the toy Indians? They did that in Dresden a decade ago. But this art is on the street and its punk thing? They did that in Leipzig only five years ago, so, like, we’re ahead, right! Not only that, in Leipzig, they don’t have this …

P1600605Crab Spider Hunting on the Steampunk Weeds in the Steampunk Suburb

They had a life on earth 200 years ago. We still have it. So, when we go to the stars with our art, and our streets, we can make a new kind of city, in which art, streets, museums and galleries are all one thing. I mean, we’re already there. Sometimes being in cold storage for awhile is an advantage… if you seize it. Even Kelowna can’t do that anymore, even if you haven’t heard of it, even if you have. Think Green!

forever “Art” is obsolete, but the green light is on!no card

Vernon! Steam Punk Capital of the World!

I’m serious.

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. I made a trip to see them last week, and to see their experimental gallery before it closed. Welcome to the Cube…


Not Just Your Average Unsaleable Store Front in a Town Down On its Luck

This once has operated for a year as much-needed studio space, gallery space, and teaching space. It is funded by realtors, landlords, and the city, in a partnership that uses artistic presence to bring viability to neighbourhoods.

This is an arts incubator…


The Incubator

The art in question here is sculpture, but not the sculpture made out of metal or stone or wood. This is social sculpture, that sets about to change communities through art.

The incubator has worked. Social sculpture is now firmly set into Campbell River culture, and the building has been sold, which was the economic plan. It will soon move to other vacant space in town. Here’s its crowning work of sculpture…


Set Up for Ken Blackburn’s Show and Talk: “Lunar”

Yes, sculpture. These might be two-dimensional paintings, but they are surrounded with notes and stray paint and chairs, so thoroughly balanced that they are a form of sculpture themselves. The installation would be nothing without the chairs.

Oh, here’s Ken…


Ken Blackburn with his Totem Cicada

…and the traffic cones hiding some nasty plumbing jutting out of the floor. Who says that art can’t be useful? Light work by the artist Jill Banting.

I’ll be talking about the full dimension of what Ken has been up to this last year in this space, but it would be meaningless without an understanding of what Jill has been doing. Right now, she’s bringing young artists out of the schools into this living studio, to lead them close to artistic practice, but that work is set against a backdrop of social art, which looks like this…


Social Recording

For three years, Jill has been recording public meetings in Campbell River using this technique. The goal is to bring people towards common vision by recording their thoughts spatially rather than in words. In this case, she invited guests at Ken’s “Lunar” talk to contribute as well. The technique is in its infancy, but it has already demonstrated incredible potential. The Cube itself would not have come about with the environment it created.

This is one model for a new university and a new school of earth writing. We have the same thing just being born here in the Okanagan …


Novelist and Poet Laisha Rosnau …

… with her poetry book “Lousy Explorers” at the Vertigo Gallery Book Wall

Like the Cube, the Vertigo inhabits otherwise low-priority retail space and brings young people out of the schools into the world of practicing artists. Under the leadership of Vertigo member, poet and dadaist sculptor Kevin McPherson Eckhoff, it also features a book wall, where local books are framed as if they were art. Few are hand-manufactured local books, but it’s a good start. We can build on Kevin’s sculptural model. Perhaps this is what real schooling looks like: a bit of the Cube, a bit of the Vertigo, a bit of the Bidoun Library (see here), a bit of Jill’s groundbreaking social recording, plus the readings of the land this blog has taught me how to lay out outside of the pure worlds of farming and literature, and we’ll be on our way. Oh, and here’s the moon three nights ago on the Island…


Moon Over Saratoga Beach

One day off full, burning through fog, crystalizing it into ice, no other stars in the sky, except for aldebaran, the bull’s eye, amplified by the moon ice… our reward for paying attention.

Next: What Ken has been up to, and what we can take from it for our new Earth writing academy. I hope you’ll tune in on Monday, because it’s unexpected and exciting.