Term: Issue 14: Survival
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Feeding India: Farmers on the frontlines in Punjab
In the run-up to the most important international climate summit this year, the COP30 in Belém in Brazil, Julia Knights talks to acclaimed Indian independent...
Vacation in Darjeeling
It was a winter morning the train was crawling up the hill zigzag path between the bushes we were nearing to queen Darjeeling.
I’d Recognise that Smell of Fried Bacon and Sauteed Broccoli Anywhere
It’s near impossible to find a place that makes food in London that doesn’t reek of fried or baked cooking. You walk inside any food...
Gone: Encounters with Awe, Wonder and Reverence while Exploring the American West
Indeed, few experiences in life are finer than unzipping the door of your tent, deep in some remote wilderness, to reveal the weather and circumstances...
Between Memory and Geography: Julie Brill’s Hidden in Plain Sight
David looked up from the canvas that he was painting on the floor to check on the flurrying snow outside. He didn’t usually start getting...
Cherry Blossoms
Now, this is the limit of language—the sky is effluent with cherry blossoms.
The Sneaker Wave
It was mid-morning by the time I turned off Highway 1 and onto the gravel road leading to Pt. Lobos State Park on the central...
Land of the Swaying Palms
Land of the Swaying Palms. It was an expression Dora remembered from her childhood, a joke she and her best friend shared from their lonely...
In Too Deep
David looked up from the canvas that he was painting on the floor to check on the flurrying snow outside. He didn’t usually start getting...
Crashing into the Swamp
No one expects a plane on approach to that sunny climate to crash. But it does, and when it does, it fragments and sinks, everyone...
Second Shift
It is an incorporeal time of day, hour eighteen of open eyes. Their aprons are smeared with fingerprinted berry-red, which looks like butcher shop blood...
Potholes and Toasted Marshmallows
Rain hammers the concrete forests of Sydney’s skyline. “Operational demands Lucy,” the transplant director sighs. I hang up, throat tight. Violet looks up from my...
High Tide
I walked to Westminster Bridge, where the Houses of Parliament stretched high, imprinted on the evening sky. The moon pushed through faded pink and cream,...
What the Undisputed Witness to the Woodpecker Wrote
When nature writing outlasts the nature written of, we should re-read it. While it may never have been originally intended as such, what we’ll have...
The Horse and the Sea
When I bring my horse to the sea, we both must face our fears of the rising tide. Our struggles stretch across ancestors and oceans,...
Snows of Yesteryear
“Location, location, location,” the mantra of realtors and vacation brochures goes. I say timing is equally crucial when looking at scenic lands. I knew the...
Summer of Seventeen
My older brother Dan and I stood patiently along the side of the road north of Accra, Ghana. A white Daihatsu pickup truck approached, and...
Service No Service
“Listen,” says K. “Not even the radio’s working.” Blips of static as her fingertips spin the dial. The low hum of our tires on the hardball....
Jojo the Spirit Animals First Hike to Uncle Ed Thomas Grave
Jojo came to us on a night with one of those big full moons. Maybe it was called blood, grapefruit, or wolf, depending, but I...
Eternal and Temporary
It was already past nightfall, the sky glowing orange to the west where a hungry wildfire swallowed meadow after mountain, when I slipped out of...
And Dil Came Tumbling After
“You go ahead,” he said. That at least is what he meant when he made that familiar gesture—a quick, upward-turned ruffling of the air before...
Active Recall
After I found out I was going to have a baby, I started filming one second of every day. I used an app that allows...
Abroad in the Night
I should be terrified of bears. More than fifteen years ago, in the Teton Range of Wyoming, a friend and I were hiking down a...
They Call this Estuary a Sacrifice Zone
Two painted turtles rest in the curve of my back, half sunken log. Here I am a shelter, long season. Here I feed Gitchigami here...
The Poet's March
Let me tell you, it wasn’t Europe, I asked, it was to St Peter’s in Rome that I pleaded for mercy… when you have a complaint,...
Rest Stop
There were no miles before this, no miles behind us, only now — cool, moist air through open windows, and the smell of rain, sage brush...
(POV)ERTY
From my vantage you can no longer make a dollar out of 15 cents. Inflations. Still a black man caught up in the mix tho....
Persephone Takes the Long Road Home
We skirted the broken pillars and entered, one by one, via the gravel creek. Inside the mood was festive. We tossed off our coats and...
Now You Know How To Live
I), she said. because i could fill a cast iron pot with chicken bones their silken skin wrapped around wild kamote leaves, divination against hunger...
Letter to UNESCO
I wish to address this letter to UNESCO for, despite the sadness of my thoughts, I have not yet lost all hope that dignity may...
I Accept
While these long shadows of Sunset Cast their spell to the youth of Night, I look forward to the call of Moon In Her Star-studded...
Home is Where I Am
I have fallen into middle age contentment, years after we quit trying to force our day-night cycles to align. It was the madness of repetition,...
Haibun Self-Portrait Waiting for the Verdict to Come in
Haibun Self-Portrait ( Outside the U.S. District Courthouse in Vermilion County )( Leave It To the Good People of Central Illinois To Have Named This...
East Bay Bike Party
The mass of cyclists descend at Fruitvale Plaza the BART station buzzing and warm before pushing off into the dark cutting through the night alone and together slicing the road over...
Boarding Group K
Saline drip three thousand feet up, held by a trembling flight attendant blinking sunrise from his eyes. First plane from Chicago, your feverish farewell burned...
A Text I Sent You After Your Funeral
You know, Fall dies and lets me know you’re just the breeze. The wine is running out and I’m forced to see. I might have lived and...
Undercurrents
“We’re going to the seaside,” I tell my three-year-old, Jordan, who smiles, claps his pudgy hands as if he understands. A weekend to Hastings, that...
Homesick for Going
For years, the old man in apartment 3B of the mint-green building sat in front of a tumbleweed stack of newspapers at a wide wood...
Hastings Street
I have never liked this house much. For many years it felt like someone else’s house, not my own. It’s homely from the street, a painted...
An Hour at the Salon
Ash falls on your shoulders as you walk towards a salon for a manicure. You see the smoke. The air smells like your grandfather’s ashtray....
A Field on the Edge of England
In the hinterland beyond the last rows of houses, where the town peters out into farmland and straggling industrial sites, there is a place, wide...
Tough Times on Denali
At the Talkeetna airfield, Laurent and I gulp down balmy air, staring in disbelief at a world that wallows in tender greens around the parked...
To Thrive in Mexico
It’s the people who don’t regularly travel to Mexico who are the most scared. They’ll hyperfocus on the cartels, the kidnappings, the murders, the “bad...
Allow Me to Flow
We cut through Wli on the way to the falls, the village bisected by a dusty road gouged with potholes. Cinderblock homes frilled with corrugated...
Called to Pray
Wafts of saffron and mint tea flirted with my attention as I took in my surroundings. Worn tarps were strewn overhead, a weak defense from...
Mountain Weather
As soon as I woke up, I thought, please let today be different. For a moment, I lay still, repeating those words in my head,...
Swimming to Neverland
Two years ago, I found Neverland. Unlike the island Barrie described in his famed works, this one isn’t in some tropical place full of flamingos...
Splendour Built on Mud
“I hope Venice will recognise me,” I think, as my train pierces the silver lagoon and carries me across the bridge that hooks the fish-shaped...
The Endless Safari
I was asked countless times if I was going to see the Big Five in Botswana, except there only ended up being four, and my...
Electric Dreams Art and Technology Before the Internet
Electric Dreams is a large and complex show looking at the work of more than seventy artists who were at the beginning of the computer...
Leigh Bowery!
Leigh Bowery arrived in the UK from Australia in 1980. He grew up in a conservative family in Sunshine, a suburb of Melbourne. He was...
Linder Danger Came Smiling
A retrospective exhibition of Linder Sterling, who has been provocatively pushing boundaries since the late 1970s in the Manchester punk scene, with her collage, performance,...
Mickalene Thomas: All About Love
Mickalene Thomas is an award-winning multidisciplinary artist. All About Love includes paintings, collage, photographs, installations and films. Her mixed media portraits are vivid and glamorous...
Noah Davis
This exhibition is beautifully curated, chronologically arranged, each piece has room to breathe, a very illuminating and contemplative experience. Davis painted something like 400 works...
Issue 14: Survival
Welcome to Panorama: The Journal of Travel, Place, and Nature’s 14th edition, on the theme of ‘survival.’ Many thanks to all contributors and the editors...
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