Rock - Cedar - Mosquito

Geographer in love with the land. Campfire-singer. Vaguely pagan.

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Parry Sound's Rugged Trail. Which is really less of a trail and more of a choose-your-own-adventure novel. Don't step on any rattlesnakes!

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Mnidoo gamii

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The trees know the way - east-leaning, wind-bowed, flag-branched.

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The rocks of Georgian Bay

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Views from Parry Sound

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Even the big city has wild flowers

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Indulging in some geomorphology at Bluffer's Park

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but that their beauty, here, now, nails us to the sky

The sound of wind in leaves, that was what puzzled me, it took me years to understand that it was music. Into silence, a gesture. A sentence: that it speaks. This is the mystery: meaning. Not that these folds of rock exist but that their beauty, here, now, nails us to the sky.

— Jan Zwicky, from “The Geology of Norway,” The Harvard Review of Philosophy: Volume 7 Issue: 1 (via The Vale of Soul Making)

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La cloche

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The granite was so pink under the smoke-haze that walking over it felt like I was having a migraine in my eyeballs - the strangeness, the intensity.

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Entering in

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William Cullen Bryant // "Summer Wind" (1824)

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Hidden worlds