I was formed by the water, soil and air of a mountain valley. One of the consequences is that, to me, the mountains are not “in” the sky, do not “block” the […]
Mountains Are a Form of Weather
Towards a New Cartography 6: A Living Map of Water
Here’s a traditional map: It is a map for travelling between cities and towns. Here’s a different kind of map, the government’s tourism photo of Kalamalka Lake, on the south shore of […]
Towards a New Cartography 5: Mapping the Left and Right Brain
Can we map land and water like this? If we reversed it, it would be a different map, like this: This profound difference would, I think, be honest. It would reflect how […]
Towards a New Cartography 4: Mapping Energy and Temporal Systems on a Visual Poetry Model
I was reading The Economist, when I chanced upon a review of Chigozie Obioma’s novel An Orchestra of Minorities, a love story (gone wrong) about a chicken farmer in Nigeria. The review was accompanied by this […]
Repaired post! Towards a New Cartography: Part 3, The Strength of Oral Story-Telling
A map is a device for locating oneself in space. Here’s an old map of early Okanogan County. Obviously, a map also orients one in time. Note as well, that the map […]
Towards a New Cartography, Part 2: Canada is not the Land…yet
The land has stories. To say “Hawk hunting chickadees on the edge of The Vineyard at the Rise in Vernon” is not the land’s story. That is the story of a mapped […]
Towards a New Cartography: Introduction
This week, I’d like to look at how we might extend the notion of map-making to read the environment in ways that release opportunities that are currently blocked by contemporary maps. In […]
Where Did You Say the Sun Rose?
In this deep inland fjord, it’s often the case that the sun that elsewhere (so I am told) rises in the East actually first shows itself in the west, as you can […]
Weed Planet
When “nature” is a collection of weeds, one might think that colonialism was complete and that we are living in the end times. Weeds, smoke mixed into the winter fog, the morning […]
When Trees are Weeds: Truth and Reconciliation from the Ground Up
Yesterday I started a meditation on classicism, and how the cultures within Canada have some choices, given German experience with the power, failure and abuse of classical models as a means of […]
