Jeff VanderMeer
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NYT bestselling author of the Southern Reach series, including Absolution. Repped by Joe Veltre at Gersh. Gigs: The Tuesday Agency. he/him
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Just a reminder: The tenth anniversary editions of the original Southern Reach trilogy are still out in the wild, selling well. NYT bestsellers and on a lot of best-of-decade or this century lists. With new intros by Karen Joy Fowler, NK Jemisin, and Helen MacDonald. Buy from you favorite indie.
Southern Reach covers with morphed boar, rabbit, and owl, art by Pablo Delcan.
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Sorry, not sorry, neighbors.
Multiple plastic skeletons bow down on the grass or kneel with their palms up towards their god - the 12’ plastic skeleton standing behind the fence line Two plastic skeletons bow on their knees in the grass while one has a single knee down and his palms outstretched towards their god - the 12’ plastic skeleton standing behind the wood fence
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This is taking literally a sentence that clearly is figurative and meant to express something about community.
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And by remind I mean also push back against the morally and ethically bsnkrupt narratives pushed by the administration.
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This heartfelt and meaningful statement by Portland resident and author Cristina Breshears on another social media platform bears reposting here. I don't think the intent is to idealize Portland but to remind all of us what is important and why. (Posted here with permission.)
For nine nights now, the steady thrum of Black Hawk helicopters has circled over Portland. The sound is constant, invasive; a low mechanical beating above our homes. It’s expensive. It’s intimidating. And it’s unnecessary.

Our protests have been largely peaceful. There is no insurrection here. Yet this federalized military presence makes us feel like we are living in a war zone (the very kind of chaos this administration claims to be protecting us from). 

The irony is painful: it is only this occupation that makes Portland feel unsafe.

Each hour of helicopter flight costs taxpayers between $2,000 and $4,000, depending on crew, fuel, and maintenance. Multiply that by multiple aircraft over multiple nights, and you’re looking at hundreds of thousands (if not millions) of dollars burned into the sky. Meanwhile, the Woodstock Food Pantry at All Saints Episcopal Church — which feeds working families, elders, and people with disabilities — has seen its federal funding slashed by 75%. How can we justify pouring public money into intimidation while cutting aid to those who simply need to eat?

This is waste, fraud, and abuse in plain sight:
* Waste of public resources on military theatrics.
* Fraud in the name of “public safety.”
* Abuse of the communities that federal agencies claim to protect.

Portland is a Sanctuary City. A sanctuary city is not a fortress. It’s a promise — a living vow that a community will protect the dignity and safety of everyone who calls it home. It means that local governments and ordinary people alike will refuse to criminalize survival. That schools, clinics, churches, and shelters will remain safe spaces no matter who you are or where you were born. But the term reaches far beyond policy. It’s an ethic of belonging; a refusal to criminalize need, difference, or desperation. 
Sanctuary isn’t weakness. It’s courage. It takes moral strength to meet suffering with care instead of punishment, to believe that our neighbors’ safety is bound up in our own, to insist that safety is not achieved through force but through community, inclusion, and trust. It is living Matthew 25:40 out loud and in deed. It is an act of moral imagination and moral defiance. To hold sanctuary is to say: you belong here.

When we hold space for the most vulnerable — refugees, the unhoused, the undocumented, the disabled, the working poor, the displaced — we become something larger than a collection of individuals. We become a moral body. We do more than offer charity. We offer witness. We declare that the measure of a nation is found not in its towers or tanks, but in its tenderness.

Sanctuary cities are not lawless; they are soulful. They represent the conscience of the nation, a place where the laws of empathy still apply. To make sanctuary is to affirm that the United States is not merely a geographic territory, but a moral experiment: a republic that must constantly choose between fear and compassion, between domination and democracy. 
A nation’s soul is measured not by the might of its military, but by the mercy of its people. When helicopters circle our skies in the name of order, while food pantries struggle to feed the hungry, we are forced to ask: What are we defending, and from whom? The soul of a nation survives only when we make sanctuary for one another. Not through walls or weapons, but through compassion and collective will. If we allow intimidation to replace compassion, we will have traded our conscience for control.

Please know that despite the hum of war machines overhead, the conscience of our city — whimsical, creative, stubbornly kind — can still be heard.

Portland is not the problem. Portland is the reminder. A reminder that a city can still choose to be sanctuary. That a people can still choose to be human.
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Look how cute these huddled cedar waxwings are on this bare branch tree. Cuddle puddles. 3/4
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Your moment of calm today... a series of cedar waxwings in a silhouetted tree. 1/4
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I took this downtown. No joke.
Amsterdam.
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(I don't know if most know that Amsterdam is a kid-friendly and safe city, with lots of family activities and initiatives.)
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Around Portland on a rain-tinged day. In some ways as close to a US Amsterdam as I've experienced. (Which means not ostentacious, great public transpo/ bicycle culture, walkable neighborhoods, abundant culture, great food scene, lots of public art and imagination, family friendly, etc.)
lovely downward flouncing red blossom with raindrops pink dahlia with rain downward plunging red pink blossom with phalanges like a cool ceiling light. blue brontosaurus riding a yellow horse riding a bike
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No adjusted light in these cedar waxwings photos. I like conveying what it was like to see them with little glints off their magnificence. What a wonderful flock to see. 4/4
several cedar waxwings on the branches of a fir tree
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Look how cute these huddled cedar waxwings are on this bare branch tree. Cuddle puddles. 3/4
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More detail as the cedar waxwings gather in the top of a tree against a cloudy sky. 2/4
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My best backyard bird portraits from the past few months. 1/2
molting crow on roof house finch with red head on the borage puffy headed lesser goldfinch on garden shed roof. scrub jay with blue and white, with a nut in mouth, on the roof.
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Your moment of calm today... a series of cedar waxwings in a silhouetted tree. 1/4
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oh geez that's awfully kind. thanks.
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yeah, i have emails in to a couple
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Fair. I guess it seems impossible to accomplish anything re culling an animal that is so adaptable and prolific in its breeding.
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it's all very interesting!
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um yeah and maybe winners shouldn't give speeches after but just give a thumbs up or something :(