A TANGLED SUMMER

I trained as an evolutionary biologist. I was young. I didn‘t quite get it. I understood it, but I didn’t get it on a deeper level until later. At that point, I lost interest in detail and started looking at texture. I had been taught all about edges and categories, so I tried to see past those.

In Toronto in July, nature outdoes itself. Winter was so long, and summer is so short. And I could learn all of these species, and sort them, and totally miss the point, which is July, when they unsort themselves.