Fiction is an excellent medium for storytelling, but the reality is not. We are awash with stories, individually catered, shaped and spiced to our individual tests and hidden wants or desires, delivered instantly to the palms of our hands. Orchestrated by machines, provided free of charge and selling something.
I have nothing to sell here. I might only initiate our story by organizing my visual observations as linear causality. My factual written narrations are merely hints, encouraging you to figure out your own. So, we can set a stage for exchanging our shared understanding of what matters.
Decades ago, I needed to escape the city and leave my home, employees and clients behind. To decompress for a while and look back at my life’s priorities and relationships. Think about how they work when seen from a bit different perspective.
What I found was revealing in an unexpected way that changed me and my relationship with the living world.
What's left from reportedly the tallest, most extended mountain range? Landscapes of 4-dimensional scale, with transparency of processes that formed life as we know it.
Seeing them is only the beginning.
Canadian beaver became an emblem of Canada as a symbol of its sovereignty. It’s a bit puzzling that the National Symbol of Canada Act didn’t recognize any particular virtue of this animal or its role in maintaining living conditions within Canadian environments.
I am tempted to rectify this my own way.
For decades the summer playground of so many Canadians and Americans. The waterways used to be packed with all sorts of watercraft. No longer, it's quiet now, deprived of children's laughter. The place of thoughtful moments and reflections seems more distant than ever.
Regrettably, so many missed a chance to experience connections between climate and ecology.
My childhood memories are still firmly laid within “my neighbourhood.“ A place where no one could do stupid things in the long run. The constant social interactions, sooner rather than later, kept the lid on bad habits, thoughts, language and reckless behaviours.
Finding traces of past neighbourhoods in the “car cities “ could be a guilty pleasure for social archaeologists.
Someone had to go outside of our planet to confirm that, indeed, it's blue. Yet, throughout history, a man could endlessly be trapped staring ahead at the water's edge.
Was it the curiosity of what's on the other side or a primordial calling?
Still, there is so much more hidden below the surface.
Sooner or later, you could feel it coming. Despite all misfires, twists and turns at its arrival, it comes like a brief gentle kiss, never to be forgotten. Before you get used to it, it vanishes in the waves of sweltering heat.
I savour a world so close to urban life yet light years away from it.