It is the task of every culture to sustain itself, and it is the task of every culture to provide the tools to its people, that they can use to sustain themselves after the culture is no longer sustainable. Such changes can happen rapidly. Future resilience is a function of present foresight.
Even plums, with their huge genetic variations and varying maturities, know that. It is not sustainable to pump water into the air to cool restaurant patios 6 degrees, when that water could have created a plum tree and cooling shade.
Old Glory at Full Droop in Leavenworth, Washington.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t the USA have laws against flag abuse?
This is the ancient Icicle Creek fishing camp of Chief Owhi’s people on the Washaptum River, that saw 4,000 people fishing every year since the salmon arrived after the last ice age. Now it’s a fake Bavarian village evaporating Owhi’s water into the air because, well, because it isn’t a Bavarian village, that’s what. It’s a collapsed lumber town with an advertising budget.
It’s really not right to steal water from people (Owhi had an agreement, in writing, which was consistently and rather cynically disregarded until the document was lost, to keep this site for his people) and then throw it away for the benefit of bored, wealthy people from the rainforest across the mountains, who can’t cope with bad architecture or the heat it creates. The actual wastage of water is based on an idea from the pop culture of science — that water gets recycled in the atmosphere and is never lost. Sure, but it’s lost to here, and that matters. This is a planet, not a test tube or a high school text book. Here’s Owhi’s fishery, for the record.
Before the river was regulated by a dam high in the Cascade Mountains, water flowed among these stones and men fished among them for the prized Washaptum salmon. If you look closely, you can see where people came, just days before I arrived, and wrote lightly on the rock, in an ancient language that looks a lot like the one below, at Buffalo Eddy, a similar fishing spot on the Snake River to the east. The one on the Snake is thousands of years old. The new one is impermanent, because this kind of knowledge has to tread lightly now. It has learned to pass secretly.
Frankly, it’s the knowledge below whose days are numbered.
Does a Sausage Shop Really Need to Do this?
The same energy that would have Captain Wright of the U.S. Army ride across from the U.S. occupation of Owhi’s cousin, Chief Kamiakin’s ancient summer camp at Mool Mool Spring to haul five innocent men out of the Icicle Camp and order them to be summarily shot them to force Owhi to betray his allies so that their legal Indian Reservation stretching from the Washaptum to the Canadian border could be reversed is, I propose, the energy that can take precious water and squander it without any respect or need. There is no disconnect. Such betrayal of life energy never goes unpunished. The continued tolerance of such acts (Wright and his commanding officers went on to fight in favour of slavery in the American South.) makes all of us an endangered species, and puts all of us at the mouth of his rifle. God help us all. And against this? Against this we have plums.
That’s pretty much it.