Plants don’t grow in dirt. Well, maybe snow buckwheat. The old glacial river eddy (above) high above Priest Valley had its gravel bed stripped away fifteen years ago. So far, nothing has […]
Look what they’d done to the road cut above the hill. They’ve absolutely tilled it, digging nests. I my eight years walking this hill, I’ve never seen anything like it. Go, team! […]
Forget the trees, those weeds. Ridge after ridge, the buckled land is lit with a shimmering green flame.
It’s a good day for arrow-leafed balsam roots. They have come fast (in two days). If you hurry, there’s still time for some fine steamed sprouts. Their menthol flavour is not yet […]
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 […]
Snow in the morning, snow all last week. Brr. But Marmot has climbed on top of Marmot Rock today, and called the sun. This is a good sign!
Amazingly, I spotted him first (long after he spotted me.) It was the shape that caught my eye, not his colour. What is amazing about that is that I spotted the female, […]
It’s a great day to be a bohemian waxwing! (But walking among them is pretty fine, too.)
Maps are power. We could look at the hill in the snow. And map the slope angles and relationships of the hill (not the contours but flat planes), or those parts that […]
Right. Hard at work sleeping in the vineyard, everyone who should have been at work is surprised by the news photographer (me) and begins to make a cunning plan. And what’s that? […]