The Role of Poets Today

Harold Rhenish’s most profound piece yet, drawing in the whole, embodied. Awe-some summation.

I like that you don’t identify siya? by its settler name but keep to its indigenous reality. Let people discover it themselves, on the land.

Okanagan Okanogan

It is the time of the year when the sun is low on the horizon and must come through a lot of air to get here at 50 degrees North. At the end of the day, when the sun is at its lowest, it shows in the snow, which is pink with it.

But look. There’s more to the story. Look at those specks of red lichen glowing in the right bottom quadrant of the image. The light is lifting it out of the rock and our eyes, which are specialized to pick out colour and difference, select it and send it as a message to the brain, which then directs the eyes to look more closely.  And it’s not just the lichen. The sumac and us are doing the same dance.

And the snow buckwheat.

The camera certainly can’t keep up. If we want texture in the snow, the…

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