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.
Categories: Nature Photography, Water
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.
Categories: Nature Photography, Water
Tagged as: big bar lake, Cariboo, dragonfly, ecosystem, insect
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The Okanagan in History: Table of Contents
I have worked here since 2011 telling stories of the Earth as preparation for a history of the Intermontane Grasslands of Central Cascadia and the rainswept coast that keeps them windy and dry. Now I am presenting this history, step by step, as I have learned it, often from the land itself. The history of this region includes the Canadian colonial space “The Okanagan Valley”, which lies over the land I live in above Canim Bay. The story stretches deep into the American West, into the US Civil War, the War of 1812, and the Louisiana Purchase, as well into the history of the Columbia District of the Hudson’s Bay Company. In all, the story spans the Chilcotin and Columbia volcanic plateaus and the basins that surround them. In this vast watershed lie homelands as old as 13,200 years (Sequim) and 16,200 years (Salmon River.) That’s how far we are walking together here, who are all the land speaking.
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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