So, what of it, eh. If settlement had taken a different turn and adapted to local cultural knowledge and traditions, and “colonialism” wasn’t even a word, what would we see if we looked at these woven thule reeds?
Would we see the wheatgrass weaving ladybirds out of the wind?
Or wasps weaving the flowers that wove them?
Or invasive knapweed weaving this ruined soil back into the fabric of life?
Would we see these million dollar homes as being at home here?
Would we plant trembling aspens, dependent upon industrial water?
Would we say this is a summer of drought, or that it had moved in the heat? Would we not move there, too?
Would we poison this water reservoir with toxic herbicides the day after this image was taken of a beaver feeding on water flowers at dusk?
History is what it is, but the moment of settlement is never lost.