Standing in the front yard, about to take walk with Gordie, I see the Three Sisters newly plastered with white.

While the pandemic and ensuing financial issues forced the Fernie Writers Conference to postpone for a year, the steadfast support […]

Last Saturday night at 6 a crack appeared in the wall of our isolation. To be truthful, and historically accurate, […]

A bit of wind pushes the wet into corners, dry for weeks, and spreads the newly freshened air through the open windows and doors of the house.

I watch the moon from a hot tub. The moon, the first star a planet, which one I don’t know. I watch the moon slide down toward the ridge of the Lizards.

In these days of lockdown, my sound tracks are Jazz24 and Radio Paradise. Each holds a place. And a time. […]

Saturday passed. A day you literally watched leaves unfold on the trees in the backyard. In the morning, as the […]

The mountain did not show yet. Shortly after I woke, the birds started. A pair trilled back and forth.

I took a stroll along the river this evening. After days of self-isolation (the natural state for a writer), I […]

I don’t understand why Fernie’s not crawling with Americans. Their leader dyes his hair the color Cheetos and slathers on […]

This is the Fernie we’ve come to love and lured us here to the Lizard Range in the lower right hand corner. 44cm in the last 24 hours!

For the last three days, not even the ducks ventured out. Everyone hunkered down. The fire’s been kept burning. I’ve […]