Gwaii Haanas National Park, British Columbia, July 2023Roads were only considered worth building to extract resources – lumber – copper. Forest have reclaimed the roads, slashes of a brighter green. There is nothing flat enough on which to land a plane but the sea, and it’s rarely flat.We board a sailboat, submit to the wind. […]
originally published as photo-haiga in Chrysanthemum 31 October 2023
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The Libyan Sybil is another of my photo haiga, created using found text. I was resting my feet on a bench in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, quietly studying Sybil’s beautiful marble foot. The image I made included the title and author card, “William Wetmore Story (1819-1895)/ The Libyan Sybil/1860: this carving,1861/Marble”. I constructed the
Today I watched the NFB documentary, Duncan Campbell Scott: The Poet and the Indians, about a man who was on one hand a fine and respected poet, and on the other hand a powerful and determined repressor of native peoples in Canada. In the brief history presented, it seemed to have been noted, but not
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