Monthly Archives: September 2012

Explorer’s Journal: Talking Tall in Kars


Phrase from Archives: In the honey-house of what might very well be the world’s tallest beekeeper, hives and frames are stacked in neat leaning towers, and in a world of 2.64 cm wing spans, for once, beekeeping feels like the work of giants.

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Explorer’s Journal: Meeting the Butcher of Bilbilan


 

Phrase from Field: People with thick coats, clopping horses, slick roads, crunchy trash, and creaky houses disappear and reappear in the mountain mist, forcing us to use other, deeper senses to understand where we are and who we meet. Read the rest of this entry

Explorer’s Journal: Hello Dolls in Damal


Phrase from Field: Village after village, we are graciously ushered in by the resident village Alevi imam, who sits us comfortably among patterned pillows and plastic dolls, filling our heads with stories of prophets and human rights, leaving us questioning about women beekeepers and local livelihoods. Read the rest of this entry

Explorer’s Journal: Eye of the Swarm in Kars


Phrase from Archives: In the midst of a honey harvest gone wrong, wild bees with skinny hungry waists come to raid, comb collapses like an overweight suspension bridge, and 150 thousand angry Apis Mellifera become infrared homing darts, ready to attack.

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Explorer’s Journal: Time for Some Bee Cleaning in Cildir


Phrase from Field: Deep into night, men are still working, racing wheel barrels between rows of open hives, depositing honey coated equipment into newly emptied boxes for perplexed bees to scour. Read the rest of this entry

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