The hawks don’t even have to ask. Just Another Day of Irony In Canada
Who Rules the Skies?
Porcupine’s Night Journey
High up on the hill… …Porcupine leaves his hideaway… … with a trudge trudge trudge… … in the middle of the night … … on both sides of the gully … … […]
Magpie and Porcupine and the Moon in the Grassland
Here’s a lovely correspondence. First, the magpie nest. Well, two nests. Lovely wooden moons in the trees. And then the porcupine in a mountain ash in a dry creaked high on the […]
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: 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 […]
Columbia Hawthorn: Secret Weapon Against Climate Change
Sometimes, you can avoid migration with a little help from your friends. After five days of cold, this robin did not want to move and let me get quite close. But with […]
A Canadian Winter Tale, with Geese
Yesterday. Last night. Footsteps. Notice how they broke the lake (gasp). Trudge, trudge, trudge, trudge… Sometimes it got kinda wet. See what I mean about breaking the lake? Today. Philosophers at work.
