Tag Archives: Writing

Horripilation

Posted on January 1, 2021 by Jack Elliott

A summer morning in the Santa Barbara backcountry. Weigh your counsel, Priest, he said. We are all here together. Yonder sun is like the eye of God and we will cook impartially upon this great siliceous griddle I do assure … Continue reading →

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Foreclosure

Posted on September 14, 2020 by Jack Elliott

They outlawed walking in the forest. They said it was too dangerous. They told me it was “critical” that I didn’t walk in the woods for my “own safety” and that of others. They said the conditions in other places … Continue reading →

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Resuscitation

Posted on July 29, 2020 by Jack Elliott

Car headlights swept the blackness revealing a whirling glimpse of dirt parking lot that flashed in the night. Boulders ringed the empty lot before a backdrop of lumpy drab forest. Two men stood bound in a sleepless stupor gazing at … Continue reading →

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The Myth Of Wilderness and Ethnocentrism: Race and Recognition In the Woods

Posted on July 2, 2020 by Jack Elliott

Los Padres National Forest, Santa Barbara County “The evidence strongly suggests that the prehistoric Indians’ effect on the environment can no longer be ignored by scientists and government agencies charged with stewardship of our natural resources.” M. Kat Anderson Tending … Continue reading →

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The Sign

Posted on April 9, 2020 by Jack Elliott

Santa Barbara backcountry The men emerged at dawn from the confine of darkness with strained faces wet and ruddy as writhing newborns and the forested land materialized before their bloodshot eyes by the minute in the lightening day, ever larger, … Continue reading →

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