Quite well, really. Here, have another look. Look how the water weeds hold still in the water and the sky. If we were to say, “oh, that’s a reflection,” we would […]
Trees Dance, We Dance, the Sun Dances, Too
Consciousness and Environment: Artificial Intelligence Put in Place
Let’s put this simply: Artificial Intelligence is not a new invention. In the concept of a world that achieves action through balance … Ponderosa Pine male and female flowers ready for spring. […]
Artificial Intelligence vs. Consciousness: the B Side of the Dance
Imagine if your mind were one dimensional. Tomato Field But that’s an artifice, a trick, a tease — in short, an illusion. It operates like a mind, although it’s only a trick […]
Artificial Intelligence in the Wetlands
I was talking about Artificial Intelligence last week: here. I will be expanding on my key points this week, but first one more foundational note. AI must have an environment if it […]
How to Beat Global Warming By Turning the Grasslands Upside Down
Water has a surface tension. It divides light into bands of energy. It keeps some and sends more away, but not evenly. So does mullein. In mullein’s case, it covers its pulpy, […]
Waiting for Turtles
This log was placed in a wetland near Okanagan Lake in Vernon, for the enjoyment of western painted turtles. Right now, the turtles are hibernating, but look at the pond recreate itself […]
A Proposal for Nature Tourism for the Okanagan
This wetland beauty is what a real tourism is made of. I witnessed busloads of Asian tourists scattered across pastures in Iceland, to take pictures of exquisite light. The timing, the location, […]
Water Has Memory
When a breeze shifts the old cat tail stalks, the energy skin on the water kinks, again and again. Water remembers each kink. Then the greater memory kicks in and the energy […]
Against the Descending Night, A Prayer in the Rushes
I am not angry. I am sad. My elders taught me that these were cat tails. They taught me that poetry was a fairy tale. They taught me that these were swamp […]
The Music of the Wetlands
You don’t have to hear it to know that it is music. Nor does it have to be written in notation. It can be lived.
Okanagan Okanogan 