Posts by Arts and Culture El Dorado

TRAVELLING FIRE/LAND WITH A FOX   Smoke rises, as shadows feed fire. When Kali, Goddess of destruction appears, the sun goes dark.   Trees like fiery pillars reach up to the heavens, and the sky sways with wingspan.   Shadows running, the eagle’s voice a twitter. A gray fox turns himself into smoke to escape…

Lost Time in the Burn Scar   Old fire behaviorist, forester and range manager – teaching how a forest comes back from fire. But unlike the land, you can’t come back. I’m walking below a log deck of burned-dead conifers. I pulled over to see what’s happening, two years after fire that turned the ground…

Nature’s Own Fire-Works   It’s awful – like something from a thriller, a horror movie – but it’s Nature cleaning her house –   awesome – since Time began, an ages-long tradition – but now, on Man-ufactured steroids.   -Taylor Graham Uncontrolled, 2023, Giclée print, Still from the digital video FIRELAND Big Burn

Notes on Revisiting Caldor   23 months after fire: black oak sprouts from a scorched base deerbrush, Sierra milkwort fresh deer prints on old dirt road spotted towhee unseen in the brush dry meadow alive with mullein velvety goldenrod, heart-leaf milkweed among black skeleton conifers, new ponderosa sprouts – too many, too dense for the…

The Burn That Saved Our Landing   Flash-back. The day we drove out Caldor Road where we sometimes trained our search dogs. Forest Service beat us there; you recognized Barry’s rig. What was his crew up to? Maybe your dog could find him —   up a little trail, green forest on the one side,…

Whose Fault? I watched on TV as the land burned.   Ponderosa and incense cedar turned to towering torches in flame-smoke sky. The diggins’ ridge not far from home, where we explored glory holes amid bear clover, and trained our search dogs, and walked for meditation, for grounding….   And here it is, in black-gray-crimson…

fine dust no pine needles no dead leaves or any crunchy duff that should lay on the forest floor is left nowhere for birds to peck at insects crawling inside the normal layer of nature’s fluff only fine dust of the smallest particles the kind you inhale unexpectedly and makes you choke now the birds…

disconnection the fire engulfed the forest as mandala’s arms tried to hold it back yet the circle was broken and no continuance of life could live here now though her arms were stretched wide open the flames she could not catch, while colorful fire whirlies escaped and exploded, deep in the forest the animals ran…

The Wind, The Water, The Flame When they questioned their supreme deities, The builders, lawmakers, valiant fighters Did not believe them.   They ignored them, would not believe, even laughed At the answers. Others protested, You can’t hunt here, said the rancher to the wolves. You can’t eat here, complained the farmer to the crow.…

Red Dirt Road Burned out tar paper shacks along a red dirt road Façade blackened with soot and ash, Hopelessness glaring from empty windows, In an open door a black-haired waif, In the darkness a hungry eyed toddler stands, Red dirt clinging to face, feet and hands, Who will hold you, little one. Who will…