Walking the Bypass Quotes

“Everything I can see from the shoulder of this highway—all the land, stretching far beyond the horizon in every direction—was the exclusive territory of Indigenous Peoples before settlers arrived and claimed ownership. What gives me—or any other settler—the right to be here? Is there any ethical basis for my presence here on Treaty 4 land? Or am I here only because of colonialist arguments like terra nullius, the doctrine of occupation, and the doctrine of discovery?”
― Ken Wilson, Walking the Bypass: Notes on Place From the Side of the Road

“Kathleen takes my picture. She emails it to me later. I look ridiculous with the orange Buff pulled up over my head. We say goodbye and I continue walking past fields of swathed canola. Houses stand beyond them. I’m walking the interface between the country and the city: a shallow space, with fields butting up against houses, industry and agriculture commingled. The stubble is a rusty colour. Crispy blue J Cloth towels, scraps of sky, are caught in the roadside weeds.”
― Ken Wilson, Walking the Bypass: Notes on Place From the Side of the Road

“I walk back across the overpass. A police car speeds by, lights flashing and siren wailing. A flock of red-winged blackbirds is singing in an overgrown dugout. There are so many of them; every slough and dugout has its own population. I surprise a pair of ducks, which splash into the air. I cross the Canadian Pacific Railway tracks. A Towmotor grumbles in the yard at Brandt Industries. I pick up a quartz crystal from the shoulder—discarded, perhaps, because its curative powers were exaggerated. An abandoned shoe lies next to the road. A plastic bag in a dry slough moves in the wind like a wounded bird.”
― Ken Wilson, Walking the Bypass: Notes on Place From the Side of the Road