“You ask me what I think of so-called nature writing? I think the same thing about any beautiful writing [beautiful maps]. There is no time for it. There is time for only one thing: saving the earth. The world is being slaughtered and we need to stop it. At this point writing is beside the point: the only — and I mean only — thing that matters is to stop this culture from killing the planet. . . Everything — including beautiful writing [beautiful maps] — emerges from and is secondary to the land.”
Derrick Jensen as quoted in My Green Manifesto: Down the Charles River in Pursuit of a New Environmentalism by David Gessner.
In 1912, soon after our house was built just a few miles north, lower Miller Creek had settlers working in the valley and a schoolhouse. All this would change. Section 12 is outlined on the 1912 USGS 1:125000 map.
In 1955 lower Miller Creek was still mostly undeveloped, open field, range and habitat. . . Providing shelter for the other than human beings.
All that has changed in the ensuing years.
Miller Creek is For Sale :: $700,000 5 bedroom 4,642 sq. ft.
Edition #130 “Bearing Witness on Miller Creek” is a response to this place and this devastating loss of shelter for ‘other than human’ life; “the only — and I mean only — thing that matters is to stop this culture from killing the planet.”
The limited edition map uses six matrices; plate and stone lithography, relief and letterpress. The edition is intended for inclusion in Guerrilla Cartography’s upcoming Shelter Atlas.
Draft idea for the map uses a full sheet of Somerset Velvet 22 ½ by 30 inches with a 12 by 12 inch chine-collé on Section 12 at a mapping scale of 1:5280.
Stone matrix 4 responds to T12N R20E Section 12.
Katie hands us our weekly delivery from her farm in the Bitterroot.
Basil and eggplant starts and kale . . . en-route home.
The flowering time.
Trail run along the river trail then up the back side to the top of Mount Sentinel and down the face.
Then a good cappuccino from freshly ground Black Coffee beans.
AND sometime in the early morning along the river trail east of Missoula a rockfall. Tumbling down jagged raw rocks and trees onto the trail. The ancient seabed raised and falling, breathing.
The world is interwoven, rising & falling in her breath and always in motion, connected by desire. These events . . . YA) one great interconnected moment of breathing and desire.
It was a good day for working in the garden. A light rain and warm. I came back from the market with a bike full of tomato and pepper plants.
Everybody had a good time planting and making decisions.
It feels so good to be touching the wet and creative soil. That GardenWay cart in the back belonged to my mother back in 1970 and is still in use.
I’ve got some more work to do with finishing up the two raised beds.
SATOR AREPO (available as a two-colour letterpress print) is based on the oldest datable representation of the Sator Square, found in the ruins of Pompeii. Others have been found in excavations under the church of S. Maria Maggiore in Rome, at Corinium (modern Cirencester in England) and Dura-Europos (in modern Syria). . . One likely translation is "The farmer Arepo has [as] works wheels [a plough]"; that is, the farmer uses his plough as his form of work. Though not a significant sentence, it is grammatical; it can be read up and down, backwards and forwards."
Working in the gaden :: as the Sator Square would suggest we practice, caring for what we sow.