Plethora of Pictures

Lenapehoking

Wigwam

The edge

Hybrid land

Convergent evolution

Environmental anthropology

“During the American revolution the term wigwam was used by British soldiers to describe a wide variety of makeshift structures.








Latest Consumptions

https://alecsoth.com/photography/projects/broken-manual

Snapshot Photography: The Lives of Images by Catherine Zuromskis

Echopraxia by Peter Watts

Freeze-Frame Revolution by Peter Watts

Feb. 19, 2021 – Riverside Park (Snowing)

Lenape Words

Wine [weenay] – it is snowing

Kun [koon] – snow on the ground

I feel closer to envisioning an AfroFuture dream that bridges Black Americans and Indigenous Americans. More so as I think about Maroon history.

Videos I was listening to while I was photographing:

After listening to the Hudson River Brickmakers video, my neighborhood became a lot more red.

Màxke = it is red

Màxkahsënikaona = brick houses

Talk-Lenape.org

Indifference – Nov. 30th, 2020

But objects and land doesn’t give off indifference to you. You feel more from them. They dance in front of your eyes, and sing aloud to reach you. They collectively compose the scene and join in your meditation.

Maybe the close fixation on your alienation made you feel closer to objects and land, as another non-human member of the anthropocene.

Thinking about:

A foggy day by the riverside – Oct. 26, 2020

How to represent this in text?

I took a hike along the river west of Mannahatta (Manhattan). There was an ongoing light shower that I was not prepared for.

I walked thinking about the river as a non-human friend. I thought about all life that receives support from it.

I walked off the asphalt path to be closer to the shore and I stayed on the haki (soil). I noticed the a narrow trail made by human traffic and along it. I would see other trails that would divert away into more obscure locations, where there was more foliage, rocky, and steeper declines. Curious to see where other people have been, wondering what they have been doing out of sight.

I saw the great bridge that stretches over the river I’m feeling responsible for. I’m taken by it’s scale as usual. Seeing it disappear into the fog, adds greater emphasis its “tallness”.

The river that flows two/both ways. When I got to stand on the sand, the closest I can be to the water while remaining on land, I watch and listen to its flow. It gets loud and excited, then calms and becomes quiet.

Here is, Muhheakantuck (the Hudson River).

When he says he ‘knows a spot’
I think I prefer this to be the featured image of this post, but I’ll hold off on that for now.