Fort Vermilion Flood, 2020. It has been 15 days since the flood began. I have been kept busy with helping others and situating my own life back into a groove. I have spent a good chunk of the last two days processing what I’ve seen and what I’ve been doing. The last major project wasContinue reading “15 days of Loss, Materialism, and Growth”
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And On The Eighth Day, There Was Mud
Fort Vermilion Flood, 2020. The eighth day of the flood is marred with mud, sadness, loss, and the tiniest dash of hope. The anger of the Peace River has broken to calmness. When I look out over the still water I almost forget the sight behind me: streets littered with dumpsters,everyone waist deep in mudContinue reading “And On The Eighth Day, There Was Mud”
In Ice, but Out of Place: Flood Day 4
Fort Vermilion Flood, 2020. My last two reflections about this flood have focused on the liminal moments. The moments of downtime where we find ourselves in between two extremes, and where the outcome is still unknown. In other words, the waiting game. Yet, the last two days have been anything but downtime. I have beenContinue reading “In Ice, but Out of Place: Flood Day 4”
Newfoundlander Does 