These
are photographs of the photography, jewellery, and zine exhibit called
"Dystopian Flames" that ran at my public library for the months
of February and May 2019.
One
of the main reasons I did the exhibit was to raise public awareness
and to force action on the part of government to end the toxic and
deadly practise of open oil flaring. I wrote a complementary zine about this that you can read later in this article.
In the display, I wanted to show the juxtaposition of extreme natural beauty and extreme industrial ugliness on the prairies.
I was back in my home area of southeast Saskatchewan in June 2020, and the situation was even more extreme.
I was back in my home area of southeast Saskatchewan in June 2020, and the situation was even more extreme.
Two of the neighbours I wrote about in the zine have died since it was published. The wife of my Dad's childhood friend, who battled cancer for many years, passed away last year. This was followed by our neighbour who had battery operated for a large part of his life. He had a kidney transplant about a year ago but died this June. He was only 62.
I write about the subjects I write about, as ugly and horrifying as they often are, for this reason. There are real people, people who are loved and cherished, being badly affected by these practises. People's health is being damaged, and their lives are being cut short by the toxic and slap-dash practises of the oil industry, as well as many other industries-run-amok on this planet. It has to stop, and corporate criminals must be held accountable for their practises.
There are now five open oil flares within a kilometre radius of where my mother was living and dozens of pumpjacks within a two kilometre radius. Two of the oil flares were directly across the road from her house, visible from her living room window. I've updated the photographs to include some of the (unfortunate) new developments. The photographs are from three different sites surrounding my family's property.