Gitksan Totem Pole This totem pole is installed at the Seneca Park Zoo. The sign beside it reads in part: "Walter Harris and Art Sterrit, both of the Gitksan Nation in British Columbia, Canada, came to Rochester to carve this totem pole by hand. For one month, they worked with gouges, handmade knives and chisels.... Continue Reading →
It's probably no coincidence that the U.S. recognizes November as both Native American Heritage Month and the annual celebration of Thanksgiving. After all, we were brought up with stories of the Pilgrim's first Thanksgiving shared in harmony with a welcoming of Indigenous Peoples from the region. Though much of this romanticized depiction has since been... Continue Reading →
Conceived in heavens From amorphous vapor Condensate Of a single droplet Begins atomic expansion Precipitating out A tear from the void Splashing down Following gravity's pull Toward the unavoidable Rolling along Inexplicably nudged Picking up momentum Gathering steam Babbling incessantly With the stream Passing through bends Shaping them or us Roiling over At the unexpected... Continue Reading →
Well, way up north where the air gets coldThere's a tale about Christmas that you've never been toldAnd a real famous newt all dressed up in redAnd he spends the whole year peelin' out of his shed It's the li'l red eftOoh, li'l red eftIt's the li'l red eftOoh, li'l red eft AhhhhhhOoooooooMerry Christmas Spotted... Continue Reading →
Before we had begun our trek through the trail of cedar, we had heard rumors and myths of an ancient monster that ruled these forested hills. Some described it as a giant gnarly serpent, while others recounted something like that of a lanky angular dragon. We had been warned to "leave no trace" of our... Continue Reading →
Korean Lilac Dreamy and intoxicating is the aroma of these Korean lilacs in full bloom - one can almost smell the heady fragrance from the mere image...can't you? Words and images by Michael J. Hall
First frosty down of the year descends Dissolving at my warm touch Ever so briefly exchanging its energy Leaving behind a tingle and a tear of joy Words and images by Michael J. Hall
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