Today’s post is a serious one but very important both to me and Remi. If this is not your cup of tea, please don’t simply “unsubscribe” but come back later in the week, there is plenty of Provence to follow…
Ben froze at the sound of the first shot. At the second, he took off at a run. Kipling, our wiry rascal looked up at me with confusion. Amazingly, Ben is still well-trained enough that I was able to get him into a sit just long enough to slip the leash back on him. All around the outskirts of our village, we could hear the loud firecracker pops. Ben’s eyes widened until each one resounded as “fear, fear, fear” and he began to tremble. He strained on the leash as we all headed home at a pace just under a run, to safety in their minds, for today is the opening day of hunting season.
In France, the hunting of most species is highly regulated but you wouldn’t think so today for it would seem as if everyone wanted to use up all of their allotments at once for the number of gunshots ringing out at the 11am start time. So now, I will have to be more precise with not only the when of our walks but most certainly the where, as a man was killed last year just beyond the village by his colleague who mistook him for a deer.
As I sat down to type, my heart still beating fast with adrenaline, a mad rush of images flurried through my mind while I tried to flip file my sentiments on the act of hunting. A sentence began to form: “In the different traditional societies that I have had the good fortune to cover in our travels…” pause…what was it that they did? No actually, most of them did not rely on hunting to survive, meat is often precious, rare and agrarian gains were key to nourishment. But that too is changing, as modern society infringes on their lands, certainly that is the case with the Maasai. We are pushing them to change. And certainly we are the ones that have convinced ourselves of the need for hunting to be a sport.
As I have mentioned repeatedly recently,
Remi, my companion, has been creating a tribute to our incredible wildlife in tribute to the needless slaughter of Cecil the Lion. Now, I should say that from the beginning of Lost in Arles, Remi has not wanted to be a part of this blog directly, so this is of my choosing but I know that quite a few of you have been following along. For those of you that are interested, the end of his six weeks of storytelling has culminated in a fund-raising drive for the
Frankfurt Zoological Society, whose efforts have already saved 26 black rhinos in the Ngorongoro Crater (and have set up the security to protect the entire animal population) and are now focusing on the very high risk zones of the Serengeti National Park. Remi is calling out to the 31,000 members of his feed as well as the 2.3 million members of the feed for The Photo Society, which features the works of photographers that have been published in National Geographic.
I am incredibly proud of his work but especially so in that Remi, being Remi, has tried to raise the debate beyond just the horrific example of Cecil the Lion’s death. I will leave you with his words:
“Last July the killing of Cecil the Lion troubled me deeply. Mankind has definitely become the hyper-predator of planet Earth, who now possess the power to destroy anything we want while changing the global climate as well. And because of this super-power I feel that we have arrived at a turning point in our history and evolution: How can we control our own animality which sleeps in each of us from the dawn of time? It is my feeling that it is the biggest challenge of Mankind ever. To be able to grow together empowered by a vision: Responsible for the planet and respectful to all forms of life. And to do so, our societies should not think about the future as the idea to keep growing anymore, an overdue concept because we have already gone way too far. We should think of the world in terms of creating and keeping Harmony. Harmony versus Growing. The winning concept is the one you choose, yes, you reading here, because everything begins with oneself. From this awareness depends our own survival. On Sunday, pass the word, we will move to action on ig to feed together the Harmony and to balance the bad energy of one of us, a dentist who killed for pleasure.”
For those of you on instagram, you can find more information at @remibenali or @thephotosociety
Any amount, even a dollar, would be welcome and if you are so inclined and it is tax-deductible.
Please feel free to share this post or Remi’s feed on all social media, merci!
There is so much beauty in our world and I am grateful for it.
With my Highest Regards to all of you,
Thank you for being here,
Heather
Looks like that still hasn't happened yet Joan? heeheehee
Merci Karena…Yes, there is so much beauty here to be taken care of and appreciated…
Bisous!
Thank you so very much Trudye! For your kindness, support and interest – plus the excellent advice about the vests!
As for my article on this story, it was initially published in the French magazine Grands Reportages and then was republished via our agent, Lightmediation. You can see more of the story by clicking here: http://issuu.com/lightmediation/docs/ngorongoro The captions to the photos are in English but, oddly, the text is still in French. Feel free to email me at robinsonheather (at) yahoo.com (with a reference to the article in the subject line so I don't miss it) and I would be happy to send you a copy of the original English version. 🙂
Not a bad idea, beautiful one…Much Love to you…
Heather, Thank you for your important post. Exquisite images and Remi's words are a call to arms, to take up weapons of words aimed at the gun-happy hunting tourists, to make them stop and think. Perhaps if, in losing his life, Cecil has drawn attention to the outrage caused by the casual killing of magnificent beasts, he may have started a new mindset of awareness.
Cheers,
Deborah, Melbourne.
And I also want to mention that your bird photos in this post are gorgeous and lush. I recently spoke with a painter who uses a lot of bird imagery in her work. One piece is entitled, "l'oiseau dans tout leurs etats." Birds take on such a variety of shapes when they are on the ground and then in the air and, of course there is the double meaning of her title which also can mean that one is very upset. A fitting description of the way many of us feel about the reckless abuse of the planet and wildlife.
A sadness grew over me as I read Remi's words. Although it is an optimistic thought unfortunately those who need to read this never will. Or they will turn their heads in disagreement. That being said I DO believe in a collective consciousness and I think that just by so many reading Remi's words it can take on a life of it's own and become positive for those of us who want to be the change. I also believe from the outcry about the old lions death there is a revolution and so we will all unite for this to be a better, more thoughtful planet.
Hello Heather. Thank you for posting this. Preserving our planet and the life on it should be something that we are all talking about, so I think it is quite an appropriate topic for this blog or any other blog.
I followed some of what Remi posted on Instagram and these words, especially, resonated with me. "Mankind has definitely become the hyper-predator of planet Earth, who now possess the power to destroy anything we want while changing the global climate as well. "
Living in harmony with nature is so much better than fighting it. On a much smaller scale, we met with a Real Estate agent this week to talk about what we'd need to do to get our house in shape for a sale. Ever since that meeting I've been muttering the words "sterile and soulless" in response to her comments about my admittedly out of control, but naturalized garden. No I don't do mulch and everything isn't in perfect order and there are some "weeds" in there, which others would consider native wildflowers but of course, she'd like to see more "landscaping" with lots of mulch. The waste of it all, the "staging," really annoys me. Sorry to digress, but this tendency for everything we touch to be perfect, the perfect lawn, spraying for garden pests, etc., etc., are all part of the same mind-set that destroys our natural surroundings.
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