I can't help but imagine this place underwater,

how a mesa is like an oceanic ridge.






This hillside is like a desert planet. Red soil patterned by wispy scrubs of thousand leaves, dusty pale green with small yellow blinks of rosy flowers.


I can ID the wild sage and sunflowers. Yarrow followed me this far, a familiar face among strangers. Beyond that I'm a little lost. I think my guidebooks don't reach this far. Clusters of birches; all manner of pines. Colorful homes hidden in a valley plateau.


It's a total punk house. Kind of filthy but full of love. Alpacas with their big eyes and secret grins.


Sunday, 18 July 2021

Revisiting "Accomplices not Allies"

A helpful resource that I first encountered in 2017, perhaps earlier. Especially helpful in understanding foot-dragging by nonprofits around engaging in conversation regarding indigenous sovereignty.

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from Tenacious Unicorn: one co-owner was raised on a farm. one co-owner had worked with the targeted animals before. start with growing food to sustain everyone living and/or working onsite. Then, sel