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 […]
Magpie and Porcupine and the Moon in the Grassland
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.
Peach Harvest at 19 Below
Slim pickings. Migration has its fine points.
Hawk on the Hunt
At 15 Below, all the little chickadees were in the weeds, and the hawk came by over my left shoulder at 1 metre altitude, seeing who it could spook. While it was […]
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