Nature, environment, and a little philosophy
Last winter, after eight rainless years, California's drought finally ended. In San Diego, it rained what felt like every week, for several months. The hills flushed green then orange with poppies, the desert bloomed, the reservoirs refilled, the rivers flowed. We learnt that there were waterfalls in the mountains. In early March, in an extraordinary …
It takes precision to steer a canoe down a rapid. Standing waves curl upstream towards the bow, ready to fill the boat. They should be skimmed, not ploughed through, though the canoe should be kept close enough to the turbulent current to avoid other obstacles. Precision is something Eric did not have on our third …
The San Diego River is full of trash. In an effort to keep it under control, the San Diego River Park Foundation organizes clean-ups two or three times each week. I lend a hand as often as I can. Most days, removing trash from the river means clearing abandoned homeless encampments. Some sites, representing whole communities, …
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On the US-Mexico border, learning to see environmental damage in one of the weirdest places in the world.
In Varanasi, learning how environmentalists must navigate corruption and religion if they ever hope to clean the great, spiritually-pure Ganga.
Stars, like salt. 