Sometimes, on a drippy, early spring day, there is little else to notice in the woods than lichens. This was from one walk in a fairly dry, rocky woods at the edge of Slocan Lake. I collected a piece of each one that I could find on the short walk.
Upper Columbia River Region
It is hard to explain how and why certain small details of the landscape speak to me. Sometimes it is colour. Others texture. Others still a sort of curiosity about what something is, how it got there. In this case, it was the sheer visual beauty of the colours of the bark, only vaguely […]
An afternoon walking along Mark Creek in Kimberly, B.C. Everything was rusted by a late-autumn season. I gathered the rusted pieces up and taped them onto the page.
One of my earliest notebook entries from 1999 — this takes me back to a golden, late summer day.