This Memorial Day weekend passed without dreadful news such as the death of a black bear killed by a car on I-90, as occurred last year at this time. (The driver sped from the scene, unharmed.) The photo from that sad event lives online if you insist, but I am not posting it here. Work…More
There’s a new eaglet in town. Here’s its baby picture, the original photo sourced from Union Bay Watch: I am a huge fan of this blog, in which Larry was tracking the fate of Eva, the eagle left behind after her mate Eddie was killed by a bus in August, 2011 on the 520…More
If you haven’t made a trip to Washington’s east side yet for your spring desert wildflower treat, it is not too late. Covering more than 100,000 acres, a trip to the state L.T. Murray wildlife area last week outside of Yakima rewarded with beauty both grand and beautiful. There are hundreds of primo desert hikes…More
If you like the outdoors, there are a lot of reasons to like spring. One that would be near the top of my list is the fact that spring hikes often coincides with emergence of the butterflies. The Pacific Northwest has so many. Admittedly, I’m not so good at knowing them by name, so for our…More
Last week I wrote about Scotch Broom, those loathsome if lovely invasive plants glowing yellow as they peak in full bloom all over roadsides, vacant lots, and clearcuts all over Puget Sound Country and beyond right about now. While land owners and volunteers are busily pulling, spraying, chopping down, and otherwise doing battle with this…More
With the warm spring sunshine, a familiar sight is back in Puget Sound: red algae blooms. While experts at the state Department of Ecology could not confirm it without testing, this bloom, spotted by photographer Mark Harrison off the Edmonds ferry dock Thursday morning, is probably Noctiluca, said Sandy Howard, spokeswoman for the state Department of…More
We arrived by boat, puttering along through the jade swell of Puget Sound to Hope Island, part of Deception Pass State Park. And there we met the enemy: Scot’s broom. A pernicious invasive weed, there it was, waving its cheery yellow blooms. We volunteers had convened for a little mano a mano with the mighty…More
In reflections on the remarkable life of Fran James, the master Lummi weaver who passed away this week, her friends and family and admirers noted her connection with nature and its cycles, through her mastery of weaving.
As I talked to museum curators who admired her work, and fellow weavers for Mrs. James’ obituary today in the Seattle Times, I learned that weavers, perhaps singly among artists, come to know the natural world of their homeland through the necessity of gathering materials for their work.
Che top ie, her Indian name, knew the surroundings of her home on the Lummi reservation intimately, having grown up on Portage Island and learning the art of weaving and gathering from her grandmother.
With her son, traditional chief Bill James, she would lead gathering trips for materials, remembered Becky Blanchard, co-director at the Stonington Gallery in Seattle, which exhibits and sells Mrs. James’ work.
“The weavers hold such a special base of knowledge for the culture, they are collectors of the materials, the husbandry of materials, when do you go out and get cedar bark, maidenhair fern, beargrass, the weavers are totally in tune with that,” Blanchard said.More