
There is a particular joy that rises in my breast when the clouds lift and reveal the magnificence and splendour of the mighty peaks that have recently been touched by winters brush.

There is a particular joy that rises in my breast when the clouds lift and reveal the magnificence and splendour of the mighty peaks that have recently been touched by winters brush.

Smugly sat on his lofty perch cheerfully scolding passerby’s.
shíshálh prayer by muswiya Robert Higgins with photographs of the Traditional Territories of the Salish People.

Enjoying the beauty of the forest where death supports life.
Some spring memories to brighten up our grey winter days.

Although snow days are rare here or perhaps because they are it become more necessary to go for a walk however one must proceed with caution.