Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Social Change
Walden has highlighted the Foundation in their alumni journal "Walden Ponder"....I am proud of that. The Foundation has been in existence for 4 years and we have slowly evolved into an organization where we support both (a) environmental education and (b) scientific research. Through these two focus points, we have created a bit of social change within the area of Ecuador where we are based. I slowly see change....
In addition, I feel that the Foundation reaches out to others. For instance, every time we bring in a university student from Quito, United States or from other countries, we have added to their understanding of the third world and problems associated with it. In order for the world to change for the good....we need to change from within. As these interns grow into their lives and expand their influence with a community.....it is hopeful that they will always remember their internship experience and begin to promote giving and social change.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Ecuador Birds
http://lmans66.zenfolio.com/p961186004
Birding in Ecuador is difficult depending on where you bird. For instance, in the Mindo Valley area outside of Quito, this is a very rainforested area with an abundant amount of foliage, thus making it difficult to get the perfect shot. Most of the time you need to have two or three shots pieced together to actually view the entire bird! But there are a few spectacular shots here of hummingbirds and the like. On the other hand, the coastal area...especially isla de la plata, the birds are not as easily spooked and the foliage is sparse. Thus, good birding although the numbers of difference species are not as great.
The sun is an issue in Ecuador. Having the sun is almost a must in any jungle area or even on the coast. But with the sun comes this intense heat and sometimes humidity that drains your body rapidly. Either way...an experience that must be had by any birder.
I use either my 300f4 L series Canon (with or without my 1.4 T/C) or my 80-400 Tokina Lens.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Washington State University Philanthropy Project
Funds will go to the creation of (2) eco-libraries in local schools within the Puerto Lopez area. This is crucial. The Foundation spends a lot of time in local schools promoting environmental education and yet once we leave the schools....the kids are on their own. There is no reading material available to act as a 'follow-up' to those kids more interested in the environment. It is hopeful that creating two eco-libraries available to all students, this will provide not only extended reading material but also a love and appreciation for the environment. Stay tuned...more to come as updates on our projects will be the topic for future blogs.
Interns 2010
Summer of 10 appears to have one student doing a senior thesis (Whitman College) on Rio Ayampe and the Pollution found within. This river is the main source of water for this entire region of Ecuador. Water used for showers, laundry, etc. All drinking water is brought in.....
We will have interns arriving in Ecuador June 17 thru July 8th....another set arriving July 6th thru July 28th. Lastly, two more interns arriving July 13th thru August 3..or there abouts.
Next year....we are on track to offer academic credit thru Washington State University/international studies program. Up to 3 semester credits will be offered and our hopes are that we can involve 10 additional students via this program.
.......jim
Live From Ecuador 2009
Live from ecuador….one of the first of many blogs …..see www.researchwhales.com for more information about the entire program. But for now….blog 1…30th de agosto…
Ecuador—August 30th (does it really matter here?…I mean the date?)
As I sit in my lonely writer’s garrote (or is it garret), and by this I really mean a garrote in some terms….more like an open 4th story veranda overlooking the poverty of Puerto Lopez. Lonely at the top of the world in some sense.
This morning, I am up early…6 or so and rumble out of bed and boil some water. ….I gaze out of the side window and notice this family slowly waking up. In the size of a small shed, there eventually tumble out 6 children and 1 mother as they each venture to the outhouse in the back…..I witness a cat waking up as well on the roof, taking a huge stretch and watching it’s owners walk back and forth across 20 yards to take a pee. But as I watch this morning ritual unfold, I can’t help but see how little of a difference there really is between the cat and the humans. Each has a ritual; each takes a pee….each stretches before settling down or in or whatever. How strange and yet we as humans are inclined to see us as better than the mere cat. Even more so in a first world country where we have indoor plumbing…..
Another interesting thought was how in this poverty stricken world, they do not feel poverty; they merely feel themselves within this day. They look ahead, just for now. Whether it is the man coming home from a night of fishing with one fish strung on his wire to feed his family or the little 10 year-old girl I now see who is pretending to dance in a grand ball…..she is behind some trees, over there…..see….next to the outhouse. She is dancing and swaying a blanket and kicking her shoes to mimic that of a dance. How funny since I can remember my kids doing the same and we were in a first world country. Yet here, in this dirt floor of a home she immersed from, made of reeds and tied together with slats of thin wood, she is mimicking the ball, the fiesta, and the dance…that will occur tonight as today is the big fiesta. She is simply having fun, all the while. just like I can remember my kids doing,….always on the lookout for an older sibling or heavens forbid and adult….watching her dance away as she might do in a few years with the young men of this town. But does she know poverty…? I don’t think so…..she is happy, she awoke and did what a child in any place would do so poverty to her is a distant cousin.
The mother is now tossing out water from a pan out of the open uncovered window…..breakfast I suppose. Not a pan but a pot so what is for breakfast? No idea but is this any different than a mother in a first world country making a morning feast for her brood? Again, has no idea of poverty…..just existence as in some sense we all just exist within our own world, first or third world.
Today is the big fiesta….oh, there goes a Vermillion Flycatcher, a bright red bird…..I see them all over the place and I take them for granted. But that bird is one that many in the states would love to catch a glimpse of and yet here in this small lovely community, I sight them almost at will, along with green parrots flying about. Amazing, that regardless of where we are….such as in the states, we dream of being here (or our own personal brand of here, wherever that might be) where that red bird is so coveted. As bird lovers we can capture the moment of this sighting and log this occasion in our book of “birds we have seen”…yet again here, I take that bird for granted, as much so as I take the chickens which wander around for granted. I better check in my listing of birds if I have a chicken crossed out but …is it a bird or poultry? I better check, for I wouldn’t want my bird list to be inflated with counts.
Anyways…the huge fiesta today, all day (parade in morning) and party at night. But as I watch the world open here from my garrote I see a day like all others. Men in their motorcycle taxis beginning to drive to work although they drive all day, children off in uniforms to school and far off I see some of those same children banging away on drums of sorts in a distant school preparing for the parade. Of course the day will be shortened considerable but no big deal for whatever is not done today is simply there for tomorrow and the next day and such. No stopping progress, but that begs the question of what is progress. In these folk’s minds, living from day to day is progress, right….and who is to say that is not the way we should live?
So fiesta day….in schools kids bang away at these drums forever….a band of drums and little else or if there is, they will soon become drowned of all noise, and I mean noise. Schools here practice much….and what they do practice they practice all day for hours and in unison. Yesterday as I walked into town and passed one of these schools, (passing can be anywhere from next to–to that of blocks away as this unison noise carries along ways) I became aware of the entire school yelling out the awe-inspiring learning of 1-2-3….over and over again. This is not a primary school but a secondary one….1-2-3-, ……1-2-3…over and over. Must be some hidden learning in that I thought to myself as an educator. But yes, there is, but not unless you put yourself within this world. In order to survive…..whether as a fisherman in one of the boats and amongst your co-fisherman in the boat, or a lady constantly doing laundry or perhaps a person who has job which requires them to stand all day and do nothing (think?…what is think), just exist ….that 1-2-3 builds a sense of comrade—all of us,….all of us….are in this together and we as a community support the others. So true here…this is one big 1-2-3 in progress. No one is alone, they all watch for each other, help. support and exist within this environment so to teach (I doubt if the educators here have thought of this) in unison and to continue to practice the words yelled out as loud as one can for hours…1-2-3….well, that is learning here right. Do they need much more? Or is “that” the cat’s meow for to learn much more would almost make one a non-entity here in this town for you couldn’t simply “stand” to exist here. Too much knowledge is not a good thing here.
I always have pondered, what do people dream about in Bangladesh? Do they dream? I think I have answered my own ponderment….sure they dream. Just as the girl dancing is dreaming of being in the ball, the fisherman is thinking of what others will say in passing as they admire his great catch of one for the day….or perhaps other mother’s are in envy of how the mother next door tends to her flock, washes the laundry etc. Dreaming is universal, as is counting to 1-2-3 in unison, whether here in a poverty strickened country or perhaps that of our first world country as we all count 1-2-3 in some sense as we trudge off to work and earn money so we can spend it on something purchased at Walmart. Oh, thank god for small wonders….no Walmarts down here,….they are not needed for the endless peddlement of junk only tends to change a culture and as I look over this bright morning, what is there to change.
My battery is about to die…..but so what….it will come back and I will return another time to my garrote atop of the world in some sense here…..Another day to tap out words of wisdom as life in Puerto Lopez slowly unfolds….doesn’t evolve, but does unfold. jim
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