It’s not outside the world. In fact, edges don’t have outsides on our planet, nor insides.
They are places of coming together and flow.
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Okanagan Okanogan
Reclaiming the Art of Living on the Earth
This is a Blog about People in Place
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.
- The Spirit of Okanagan Lake
- Flood Prevention Starts By Planting a Tree
- Water Skiing Without a Boat
- Un-Naming Okanagan Lake
- Roof Tech, or Houses Aren't Fortresses, Eh
- Resisting The English Language for the Sake of the Earth
- The Wind and the Grass Taking a Deer for a Walk Among the Dead
- Gravity Engines in the Okanagan
- The Mystery of Buffalo Eddy
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Drive Thru Pick-Up
It was a fine fall day, not too warm, not too cold, and Tyler was waiting to place his order at the Starbucks drive thru. On the radio, he heard about the millions protesting against the inaction on the climate crisis, and large-scale arrests of people who were practicing civil disobedience. It is October 7th, 2019, and Tyler decides, finally, to act, uniquely placed, as he is, in a way so as to block the drive thru. He turns off his engine, engages the emergency breaks, and leaves the car to go and get his coffee inside. While waiting, he takes a reusable cup from the shelf. It appeals to him, black with markings, a take or appropriation of indigenous design. He has a pang of guilt when he thinks of it, and as he walks out with his coffee, and feels the sun on his face, he walks right past his car, and realizes that for the first time in his life, he feels alive.
Claude p.s. Sorry if I am mis-using Okanagan Okanagan, but my eyes are so wide-open, and cannot close them to sleep.
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I like this piece, Claude, and it’s sure good to hear from you! Got more like this?
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