today i took a drive to elk island, the national park.
i had a picnic on the shores of ahtoni lake, and watched pelicans fly towards the farm fields.
there were cow moose eating young aspen shoots, bison in their paddock.

i wanted to write something about this, how wonderful it was to see nature, and so close to home. so close to the oil refrinies and irrigation ditches, its artifical-constructed- a "park" where fishers wolves and bears cannot be introduced and fires cannot be burnt because we have had the worst drought since 1933. roads all thru it, and paths and benches and camp grounds and signs- and the sloughs thick with algae and the grass growing over creek beds.

there was 5 m b/w the edge of the lake now and the edge of the lake two years ago, and we could see this thru the thick glass windows of our big blue car.

im sad for it all