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Journal

Notes from the work. The pictures came first.

These six started as public Instagram notes. The photograph is the field record. The essay is the longer reading.

Field notes

Instagram
Many hands of different ages and skin tones meeting in wet mud. The photograph carries the words: we're building climate solutions together. Not as individuals. But as a commune. Field noteNot as individuals. As a commune.The movement's plainest sentence. Climate practice as something people hold together. Portrait of Mariyappan, an older Irula man in a red turban, with two men building a bamboo-and-leaf structure behind him. Field noteA technique that lived in one memoryMariyappan, an Irula elder, was asked to build again with a method he learned from the generations before him. A woman crouching among large leaves that cover her face, in dense green forest. Another person stands behind with a bright green bundle. Field noteWhere does nature end, and we begin?A question from the forest photographs. We talk about nature as if we were standing outside it. Hands arranging yellow-green leaves into a spiral on dark soil. One wrist has red bangles. Field noteWhen did productivity outrank curiosity?A spiral of leaves on dark soil, and a question about what we reward. A dark green field photograph of people working, overlaid with the question: we call ourselves the most intelligent species. Are we? Field noteWe call ourselves the most intelligent species. Are we?A question about design, consequence, and what we choose to create. Bright orange fungi growing on dark, weathered wood. Field noteNature has been solving problems longer than we have been naming themA fungus on wet wood. A reminder that the solutions were not waiting for our vocabulary.
Many hands of different ages and skin tones meeting in wet mud. The photograph carries the words: we're building climate solutions together. Not as individuals. But as a commune. Field noteNot as individuals. As a commune.The movement's plainest sentence. Climate practice as something people hold together. Portrait of Mariyappan, an older Irula man in a red turban, with two men building a bamboo-and-leaf structure behind him. Field noteA technique that lived in one memoryMariyappan, an Irula elder, was asked to build again with a method he learned from the generations before him. A woman crouching among large leaves that cover her face, in dense green forest. Another person stands behind with a bright green bundle. Field noteWhere does nature end, and we begin?A question from the forest photographs. We talk about nature as if we were standing outside it. Hands arranging yellow-green leaves into a spiral on dark soil. One wrist has red bangles. Field noteWhen did productivity outrank curiosity?A spiral of leaves on dark soil, and a question about what we reward. A dark green field photograph of people working, overlaid with the question: we call ourselves the most intelligent species. Are we? Field noteWe call ourselves the most intelligent species. Are we?A question about design, consequence, and what we choose to create. Bright orange fungi growing on dark, weathered wood. Field noteNature has been solving problems longer than we have been naming themA fungus on wet wood. A reminder that the solutions were not waiting for our vocabulary.