This Land Must Burn

In the panorama of the hill, there are flashes of colour, very specific, which signify human food and the season in which they will be found. Indigenous humans spread seeds from those asparagus, hawthorn, rose, and Saskatoon bushes, so they can come again.

There are also cows, choosing to live only in a world of weeds that have sprung up in areas they have lain in before and shat out weed seeds from off-mountain hayfields and pastures. They make their own environment. Most of the grass you see in the distance is cheatgrass, which came with the cows but then went feral and made an environment hostile to everyone. It limits movement but doesn’t make it impossible.

Pretty sick and sad-looking animal, that. On the hill, there are also other people, who won’t be found in the cow muck.

They blend in.

They make the trail I used to climb easily up a steep hill, which is where I found him. Of course, he found me first. He made possible the relationship we stood within for five minutes.

His environment is still here, but highly-constrained, just as narrowed as the human one, yet the old relationships are still here, and can still be rebuilt. For that, today, I rejoice.

4 thoughts on “This Land Must Burn

    • I have learned over time that once one knows a landscape well, one learns to spot difference, however slight. Goethe pointed out that the human eye is the most precise instrument there is for measuring light. Of course, technology has come a long way in 200 years, but, nonetheless, I think he was right. The tiniest changes are recorded, but not isolated from any other effect: everything at once. The whole human body and mind, and our sense of selves, I am coming to understand, focus this energy at once. Pretty cool. Hopefully, I will find the imagery for this someday and make a post.

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