I mean, hey, look at Okanagan Lake with its tinkling shore of ice, eh. It’s a hill. Amazing.
I went looking for light. In a grey world, it was all in the red osier dogwoods, stəktəkcxʷlɬp, the purifier, the beloved of moose. I spent some time with it as it turned […]
I left you with this image yesterday and said that all the balance and water we would ever need was here. Now that you’ve had some time to live with the image, […]
All the water and balance we need is here.
The sun rises. It draws the night fog off of Okanagan Lake. It’s early and 18 Below Zero. The gulls sleep on. The gulls that seem to have erupted from the lake. […]
Note, how the land folds 15 centimetres of snow inside itself. Note how the pale colours created by the sun in summer amplify it in the winter. Well, if you can even […]
Let us praise even the cold. The terrible, iron cold. Let us give way and accept the story no more … … that the cold holds the land in its grip. […]
Look at the shapes water freezes in when it freezes over pebbles. The pebbles create an image of themselves on the underside of the ice… which melting follows, and air, which re-freezes […]
California Quail Poetry The neighbour’s cat is a critic. Mallard ducks write poetry too. Sometimes along with crows. And seagulls! Their critics are real dogs. There, that broke the ice, didn’t it. There […]
Snow looks white and cold. It looks like a cold carpet over the earth. That’s the way a mammal thinks. A mammal has built itself around its own stove. To the creatures […]