new old older
young green leaves, rooted intorough hewn stump, anchored uponrich forest soil, draped acrosscragged heavy stone, wedged alongancient sweeping mountains, jutting fromshifting geological faults, slipping aroundrevolving green orb, floating invast mysterious universe – bardo I have reserved some space on this blog each week to be creative, and to post some…
Book: Handbook of the Canadian Rockies
I don’t buy many paper books these days, so I caught even myself off guard when I dropped fifty bucks on this doorstop-grade loaf while on vacation over the summer, and in a souvenir store no less. We had spent the day in the wilderness and flipping through the pages…
Half Ha Ling
This month marks a year and a half since our local area got caught up in the global pandemic that, among many other things, made world travelling near impossible. We’ve made up for this by trying to find some room between the bad news, ever-shifting-work-life, and many cancelled plans to…
The Brink
A couple weeks ago I stood at the edge of a cliff, half way up a mountain, looking west across a smoky haze shrouding the setting sun as it cast an eerie pall upon the landscape. As the summer forecast creeps into higher and higher temperatures, the meteorologists are predicting…