A departure from the photos stuff, mostly. Some years back I got lost in Garageband and spent many hours putting together collages of looped audio clips, from preset loops in the software, adding my own, and getting as creative as I could with the composing software and oodles of instruments and effects. Lotsa fun. I’m also a fan of old radio shows, catchy hooks from tv series, and general kitsch and weirdness. This has resulted in a small batch of […]
My blog postings are few and far between these days but perhaps I just needed some imagery to soak a while, like a winter stew. The months of February and March can be a bit suspect where I live. Time seems to slow down even as you remark the changes from dawn to dawn, inching longer by minutes every day. Lately I’ve been out haunting the Skeena River, awakening now with the usual squeals and grunts and cries. Above it all, there’s this […]
Always be prepared for anything, anytime, anywhere. And bring dish soap. Shot with a Canon 5D II and a Mamiya Sekor 80mm f/1.9 lens, in a little grove of trees and light by the bank of the Skeena. A happy slug slimes its way peacefully toward the last unopened fiddlehead. It’s home.
small town rituals (a new thing) One. That basic act of communion with the extended back yard, out those tendrils of footpaths and trails and shortcuts and the scratches and nicks that go with them. Traces of all these nonesuch moments – yours and others’, settled in under this year’s brambles and moss. It gets under your skin and digs in and claws you back out there to snoop, stop, wander some more. Site fidelity.
Mucking about near the old dynamite shack today. It’s January and the forest oozes out to sea, fibres of cedar and spruce and a fern and moss inebriated in January rain. Awash in it all are tens of thousands of bottles – once containing alcohol and medicine and maybe even water, who knows? They’re drunk, too. Scraps of porcelain or humbler crockery, and casings for headlights, oyster shells and a shoe beyond recognition. All you beautiful flasks with your sympathetic curves! […]
Muskeg bog day, plenty of berries still and everything soaked through and through. A break in an Northwest October deluge: this is really the time of year for muskeg. Every inch resplendent in dripping detail. Short tromp through the spongy goop to a lake and back again. Get yourself hydrated.
Getting in the benefit stream – a phrase I came across this summer. Used in the context of encouraging support for industrial development, particularly from those who aren’t overly keen on it, or who don’t see much value in it. e.g., ‘we just need to find a way to get (them) into the benefit stream‘. In my day job I encounter these metaphors quite frequently. I should really make a list. Some stick. They even become part of my […]
Once I lived in a nest. It was secure, well-padded, built of bric-a-brac I’d collected over the years. Now I’ve moved into a treehouse. Wind blows through this house, carrying filaments of summer’s end: fog of morning, scent of cedar, bark of dog, shadow of leaf. Branches have grown through this treehouse, in careful regard of one another, I suspect. Sheddings of fir and spruce and pine and cedar and gooseberry, stink current, huckleberries red and blue, and some […]
Today I got lost in the woods. I mean lost. Turning in circles, ‘wait I’ve been here already’, wondering if I should try climbing a tree, ‘how’d this happen?’ lost. Just me and the fungi. This all happened within, oh, maybe 30 minutes walk from my front door. Where I have lived for seven plus years. Just off a path I’ve trodden countless times. I mean, directionless wandering through the bush is something I never really grew out of anyways, […]