Field Notes From the River
And Isaac digged again the wells of water which they had digged in the days of Abraham his father, and he called their names after the names by which his father had called them. — Genesis 26:18
There is a particular kind of work that looks like looking backwards but is actually something else. You are standing at the edge of what is known, reading the soil for signs of water. You are trying to call things by their right names before they are forgotten entirely.
Field Notes from the River is a serialised family history and the lines that connect them to the present. It is built from records, photographs, and the gaps between them. Some of what is here is documented. Some of it is reconstructed from what the documents refuse to say. All of it is true.
What the Jungle Couldn't Explain
The upside-down crocodile was taller than two men combined. Martin folded his camera, wiped his brow, and made his way home to Diablo Hill — where what the jungle couldn't explain was waiting for him.
The Man Who Sailed on the Warmest Day
The grey coal belched from the smokestacks into the harbour and stuck at the back of the throat but it was no match for the sun this time.