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environmental reflections, Field notes, photography, poetry, sonnets

14 Reasons for Hope: A Phenomenology of Place

In this strange and fecund season here at the edge of the sea, I am thinking a great deal about climate change, for its signs seem acutely evident now, all around us. We appear to be witnessing major shifts or collapses in sea bird populations. Species of fish and shellfish we’ve not seen before show up here and there, and morning and night we mark the heights and declines of the tides–they are more extreme; likewise, storms when they come carry away larger and larger chunks of various shorelines. In such a space, what, for every living thing, might be reasons for hope, for looking to a future? And what might any living thing hope for (or against)? Continue reading 14 Reasons for Hope: A Phenomenology of Place

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Activism, environmental reflections, Field notes

When the wind speaks of snow/ In praise of animated observation and observations of animation

Every spring is riddled with odd auguries and peculiar sightings, this one no more than others perhaps, save the stepped up and persistent sense of doom that whistles through the nightly news as the world lurches from crisis to crisis. Continue reading When the wind speaks of snow/ In praise of animated observation and observations of animation

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histories, photography

How the ghosts of memory lie

  A place that resembles a place where once I lived: Google Street View of 3 rue de la Fointaine au Roi, Paris I have almost forgotten my neighbour already. Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebook of Malte Laurids Brigge, 171. Some years before he died, my friend Elisabeth’s father began to lose his memory. He became concerned to organize his memorabilia, and so he set … Continue reading How the ghosts of memory lie

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environmental reflections, Field notes

Unusually warm again: on the peculiarly temporary sensation of enjoying climate change

I wrote this on October 28, but it is still true in November, this humid unseasonable weather that clings to the days and makes our nights sweaty and confusing. A band of clouds gathers over the outermost islands, but here, closer inland, the sky is blue and the sun warm, the air sweet and gentle, hot even, if you’re in the lee of the breeze. … Continue reading Unusually warm again: on the peculiarly temporary sensation of enjoying climate change

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