Phrase from Field: The 14′th Annual Macahel Honey Festival lacks its regular enthusiasm as bureaucracy, speeches, and road-blocking clouds close in on the rings of dancers, the lip smacking children, and the stacks of honey priced high, declaring a new kind of future for the ancient biosphere.
Phrase from Field: Slouching against mountain wool-stuffed pillows, a man donning a track suit and perfectly trained British English recounts how a life of survival and fickle weather patterns in the yaylas has prepared him for survival in the cut-throat corruption of Batumi oil ports and the tyrannical nepotism of politics. Read the rest of this entry
Phrase from Field: Only hours before departure, chains and locks stand the test of afternoon rain, hail, and sunshine, a preview of their 1500 km journey from Turkey’s temperamental east to its temperate west. Read the rest of this entry
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.
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.