If you’ve ever met a goose, you’ll understand. If you’ve never met a goose, welcome to the fun.
If you’ve ever met a goose, you’ll understand. If you’ve never met a goose, welcome to the fun.
Slowly, the cold is leaving Okanagan Lake. It has much to say on the way.
Ice freezes in flat sheets down on the old fjord lake. A few days later, it is broken up by the wind, in angular chunks, as the repeated rising and falling, linear […]
The Big Sage blossoms with its scrubby flower stalks in the fall. There’s not great colour in them, but they do stick way up high. I’ve wondered about that often, with thoughts […]
When the land presses energy out, it makes a trail. Water can follow that trail, or that trail can be picked up by shrubs and lifted to the air, as in the […]
The Bella Vista Mule Deer Does
When salmon come back to the rivers from the sea, they cease to feed, but will snap at beautifully-tied flies out of reflex, and are hooked. Well, ya. Wouldn’t you bite at […]
For a week now, a hole of air, either empty of cloud or filled with it distinctly from surrounding cloud, has formed over the city of Coldstream, close to the eastern end […]
Here’s an observation about water. If I’m right, it’s pretty cool. So, have a look. This is a small part of the former Commonage Reserve, a wedge of land set aside for […]
If I look west down the arm of the fjord lake (Okanagan) from the beach down below my house, I see this kind of thing on some evenings … … and this […]