“Shaped by Wind and Time”

 

High in the dry, rugged hills of the Okanagan, nature sculpts wood in silence. Long after the trees have fallen—weathered by windstorms, wildfire, and sun—they remain. Stripped of bark, bleached by sun, cracked by frost, and sanded smooth by mountain wind, each branch becomes a natural sculpture. No rivers. No lakes. Just time, heat, and the elements.

I hike old logging roads, dry ridges, and rocky slopes to find these pieces—twisted limbs, bleached trunks, and gnarled roots that tell stories of wild summers, brutal winters, and decades of stillness.

Each one is hand-picked for its shape, texture, and character. We don’t rush the process. Some are left untouched for florists, artists, and designers. Others are cleaned or sandblasted to bring out the grain—ready to become centerpieces, carvings, or conversation starters.

Born in the mountains.

Aged by the elements.

Collected with care.

This is mountain driftwood.