We are experiencing a little break in the rainy season, little or no rain for the last week, afternoons sunny and warm. The Bird of Paradise has just come into bloom.
Some very talented and skillful young people from Outlier Legal Services spent the afternoon at our home a few weeks ago, interviewing Irina and myself and taking photos and videos. They took the raw footage back, did some great editing, and compiled a terrific video, posted on Facebook and Youtube. I believe it is intended as promotional material for Outlier. It’s worth checking out.
I’ve been working to make a poem out of the exchange with my daughter Shana about climate change I talked about in my last post. It’s finished – maybe. I found a couple of little changes to make in the process of cutting and pasting. I’d be interested to hear what you think.
An email to my daughter The other day I saw a catchy climate change graphic put up on the web by my daughter Shana. A comic panel titled “Climate Change, a Timeline” bar graph in four segments the first, taking up about half the length, colored turquoise, ballooned “Climate change isn’t real.” The second, orange, around forty percent conceding “Okay it’s real, but we’re not convinced it’s caused by humans.” Three-quarters of the remainder bright red, blurting “Oops.” The last tiny bit a sick yellow, cussing “Fuck.” The post prompted me to write her an email. Hi Shana, Irina showed me what you posted on Facebook. Got me to thinking bringing to mind the process of grieving the loss of one loved. Most of our friends — discerning people generous, kind broad of mind — haven’t bothered with denial the horror of a tragedy scores of years in the making just beginning to hit home.And in the chart, the last step is not there, it’s missing. Beyond “fuck” there’s acceptance — that’s just how it is — life impelled to flow on despite nothing forever the cosmos implacable. Still we care best we can for those we love. Love, Dad
Credits: Photos by Irina