When reading wild roses, out of focus…
… is focus!
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Okanagan Okanogan
Reclaiming the Art of Living on the Earth
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I am working at rebuilding human relationships to the earth, growing the global from the local and developing new environmental technologies out of close observation of the land. The land is the watershed and run of the Okanagan River in the North American West, and the Chilcotin and Columbia volcanic plateaus and basins that surround it. It is the goal of this blog to build the future now and to do it through attention to art, earth, science and beauty, so that there is, actually, a future for our children and a path for them to feel out their way to the earth should they ever find themselves in the dark. The project will lead to two book manuscripts in the summer of 2013, one on the salmon of the Okanagan River, the last major run on the Columbia system, and the other on the connection between the Manhattan Project and the political and industrial face of Eastern Washington and Southern British Columbia. They will do so within the broader context of land-based technologies, in forms that are simultaneously art and science. In this land without borders, there is no international line at the 49th parallel, cutting our country in two, and no imagined wall between settler and indigenous cultures. We are all walking together. We are all the land speaking.
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A cheery photo. . . . I was saddened when the six-foot-tall wild rose bush at a local church in Campbell River was chopped down last year; I used to stop and smell its blooms as I went by on my daily walks . . . But it is three inches high again already and sporting new blooms. Pretty resilient species.
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I’m glad it’s coming back. We had a fire up the hill five years back, here in the grassland, and they were among the first thing to come back, with eerie, red-tipped leaves like flames among the soot. It was very cool.
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Wild roses. A cause of ecstasy. A wild moment of delight. Pulling “me” away from the ego stasis just for a moment.
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Glad to help!
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Please excuse my patchwork presence here and there in your blog….this rose goes in and out of focus, like my attention, and hopefully, that’s OK. 🙂 Beautiful softness!
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Patchwork? I didn’t notice “patchwork”. You’re welcome here any time. Who, after all, could read all these posts? It’s more than a few. A library!
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