We should grieve, for the gift of fish we had and frittered away. They were done in by selenium, sawdust, sediment, and a slew of chemical concoctions.
Thank you so much, Lorne. The sorrow for our watershed commons feels endless. This is not simply land—it is water, and water cannot be held in fee simple. All who dwell within it should have a meaningful voice in how it is governed. Thank you for holding up the memory of its degradation so we know what we must aim to restore.
So beautiful Lorne. Tears in my eyes. My sorrow and fear encompasses all the wildlife but especially the Rocky Mountain Bluebirds I monitor on the Eastern Slopes. All these factors are against them too, and against us all.
So well said. Wishing you spirits strong and ink stores aplenty.
Thank you so much, Lorne. The sorrow for our watershed commons feels endless. This is not simply land—it is water, and water cannot be held in fee simple. All who dwell within it should have a meaningful voice in how it is governed. Thank you for holding up the memory of its degradation so we know what we must aim to restore.
So beautiful Lorne. Tears in my eyes. My sorrow and fear encompasses all the wildlife but especially the Rocky Mountain Bluebirds I monitor on the Eastern Slopes. All these factors are against them too, and against us all.