Scales of research
One of the pleasures of anthropology is to work across multiple scales: bestial, temporal, geographic, cultural, linguistic, political--from hominid evolution and comparative primatology to the nuances of cultural form--all of these are exciting to contemplate. Here are four broad geographies I've worked within and across, including the examination of cultural meanings. Three are in North America, one is in South America. |
See: Impacts of Neoliberal Policies on Non-Market Fishing Economies on the Yukon River, Alaska. Marine Policy 61:356-356 (2016). http://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0308597X14003315
See: ’When the Well’s Dry’: Water and the Promise of Sustainability in the American Southwest. Environment and History 15: 441-462 (November, 2009). http://www.whpress.co.uk/EH/EH1515.html
See: Atlantic Salmon, Endangered Species, and the Failure of Environmental Policies. Comparative Studies in Society and History 45: 843-872 (October, 2003). https://doi.org/10.1017/S0010417503000379
See: A Network Analysis of Inka Roads, Administrative Centers and Storage Facilities. Ethnohistory, 48:655-685 (Fall, 2001). http://ethnohistory.dukejournals.org/gca?submit=Go&gca=ddeh%3B48%2F4%2F655&allch=
See: A Network Analysis of Inka Roads, Administrative Centers and Storage Facilities. Ethnohistory, 48:655-685 (Fall, 2001). http://ethnohistory.dukejournals.org/gca?submit=Go&gca=ddeh%3B48%2F4%2F655&allch=
Near Rattlesnake Arches, April 2021
Totem Pole, the slender formation on the left, Monument Valley.
Tall Walking Rain
I am weary of horses, the wild not-wild mustangs of imagined western ranges, stark slanted light, coarse sage fragrant with rain and diesel fuel. Tails and foals, bunched-up stallions kick and nicker wild-eyed, slick flanks, tangled manes, some bloodied and gone – Feral cowboys ride down the sky, noisy flaring beasts spiraling dust demons above a confusion of hooves – thunderstorms rise and thud with neither rain nor relief. Dragonflies settle on earth and drink and lift into the sky, horses gather and stampede into cages and idling trucks. One jumps fence and breaks her leg and stands crooked with exhaustion. She will be shot dragged by chain behind small hills, hidden, coyotes and crows happily crowding the melting carcass – Binoculared humans panicked with devotion watch from a ridge, murmuring their distress. Wild not-wild, mythic blood drains into dirt, darting dragonflies pause and hover, a stray colt, a spent mare, cowboy bedevilers spinning sideways through air dense with dust, as, aloft, I startle weary horses into full gallop. |