These geese. Come June, they will be herded with kayaks, put on a truck, killed, and dumped in the landfill. These geese: On a beach that has silted in with road sand […]
Murdering Geese for Tourists. It’s What We Do.
Coyote All Made Up for a Night on the Town
I guess good looks are important whatever the fashion. I was following the coyote trail yesterday… … and what did I see? I guess they thought it said Kitty Kat Matte. I […]
Okanagan Architectural Blooper Part 2
Four days ago, I pointed out that not every architect is up to the job, given that this slope eroding into mud just weeks after being “completed.” I gave you a closeup, […]
Solving the Okanagan Rental Housing Crisis in Groups of 8
Here’s a cottage on the hill in Vernon. Sometimes there are people in it, standing on the deck, looking out over God’s Kingdom. Not often, though. Note the pair of doors for […]
Okanagan Architectural Blooper
Not every architect is up to the job. Nice flat access to the road, yard from hell, but, come on, that mud cliff? Really? Someone needs a refund. Have a closer look. […]
Bunch Grass Doesn’t Stabilize Slopes
Blue bunch wheatgrass has been used to stabilize slopes in The Rise subdivision here in Vernon. The goal was to do so in an environmentally-friendly manner, to compensate for irreplaceable habitat lost […]
Whole Worlds Hidden from the Settler Gaze
Under the snow, it’s spring. Under stone, it’s the same. Where the sun intensifies and molten water collects, it’s spring. This is when the rock is mined for nutrients that feed the […]
Okanagan Architecture: Fake or Real?
Fake: Thank You to the Globe and Mail Real: Here, a closeup, so you can admire the finer touches. Got that? No? Here’s another fake: Well, lots of room to park tractors […]
Settlers on the Beach
Every winter, Okanagan Lake piles up leaves, wood, reeds, weeds, shells and feathers on the shore, high and low, bringing life to the dead strand line, building a forest. Every spring, the […]
It’s Not the Living Reed that Touches the Water
It’s also not the one that reaches into your mind. It is, however, not dead, either. Nor is it the living dead or some other campfire story. It is mind-stuff itself.
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