Watershed Blues

Intermission (4)Spring is coming. Do you remember? In the thick of the winter, encased in ice, is there still a trickle, somewhere, down below?

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This is (so-far) last page of the updated Watershed Blues. If you’re dying to see how it ends, the original version picks up from this point here.

Watershed Blues

#3-3A looking glass park, an urban accessory, for lululemons to jogpush gracos, mainline starbucks, consume virtuously, earphoned into iphones, iphoned into facebook, facebooking every idle emotion, twittering every idle thought, googling every idle query, at home in the funhouse, the selfie mirror-maze, safely swaddled in logos, tucked into an ecosystem of brands.

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You can read the original, 1-page version of these last two pages here, which shows how the comic first appeared in The Leveller newspaper.

Watershed Blues

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In Ottawa, like the rest of the West, we've outsourced our production and pollution. So our rivers no longer run brown. So opportunistic weedtrees reclaim our industrial wastelands – squatting like hardy crustpunks, creeping along fencelines, and up abandoned rail tracks.

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Watershed Blues

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Family farms were expropriated to make the Greenbelt. Ironically, some of it is now rented out for farming.  Modern farming. They're usually fields of corn – seed custom-brewed in a chemist's lab, worked by diesel-belching machines, maintained with petro-fertilizers,  and grown to make ethanol. Just a ruthless attempt to 'farm' oil with oil.

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Read the original version of this comic here, if you want to see how it first appeared in The Leveller newspaper.

Watershed Blues

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Our 'Greenbelt' is the relic of some Euro-architect's grand vision – Jacques Gréber's doomed scheme to check the city's sprawl. But it just threw the suburbs farther out, channelling their relentless land gorge into the kind of progress which chews up countryside and shits out parking lots, faceless subdivisions, and rubber teens.

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Read the original version of this comic here, if you want to see how it first appeared in The Leveller newspaper.

Watershed Blues by Tim Kitz