Last year with my environmental education class we visited a few places that showed us the journey of our tap water. We wanted to find out where it came from and where it went when we flushed it “down”. First we headed up to the Seymour Reservoir in North Vancouver, which supplies about a third of the region’s drinking water. We enjoyed the crisp air, admired huge Sitka spruce, and contemplated the amazing lifecycle of salmon.
Next we visited our water at the other end of the drain. We toured the largest water treatment plant in the Lower Mainland on Annacis Island and blinked hard when we learned how much water flows through the plant each day. Finally, we walked our water back to the ocean on the path that straddles the pipe at Iona Point.
When I tried to piece it together later, there were still some parts missing in my mind. If I mapped my water’s path underneath the city, what would it look like? What goes in to the transportation of my water? What is lost and added along the way? What is the full impact of sending this polluted-then-somewhat-treated fresh water back to the ocean?
As I begin further studies in fine arts education, I am reflecting on its natural ties with environmental education.
This image represents a sample of my (developing|growing|expanding) thought process on embodiment in [environmental] education, but it is also influenced by an episode of On Being that features yoga teacher Matthew Sanford. To listen to it, click here.
A special teacher we visited at the North Vancouver Outdoor School…
A peaceful rabbit wishes you a joyful Easter.
Here are some more kitchen-y illustrations for another blog collaboration with Hannah Sobel of The Heart is a Lonely Hunger!
What kinds of dishes have you collected over the years and what do they say about you?
In the morning I found a silverfish sitting on top of my bed. I removed it and went back to sleep.
In my dream life I told someone that I had “dreamt” of a silverfish on my bed and that when I “woke up” (returned to my dream life), I had a tattoo of a silverfish on my hand.
When I reentered my waking life, there were neither real nor tattoo silverfish around.
… a Parasite Had Entered His Bloodstream!
This post (like most others featured on this blog) is inspired by real life events.
* Surgeon General Warning: The consumption of raw oysters poses an increased risk of food borne illness and may lead to death. The consumption of comics about raw oysters, however, is mostly painless.