Tuesday 12 May 2009

Auto-geography

The Frenchman River runs a stone's throw--even a smallish stone, hucked half-heartedly--back of the Stegner house in west Eastend. Last night, around dusk, I watched a beaver the size of my right rear tire swim a four-foot sapling to the old railroad bridge and out of sight beyond.

This morning, I read this passage in Stegner's The Big Rock Candy Mountain: "Beavers swim right out in the river under the railroad bridge".

I love the haunting.

But auto-geography--does anyone know who coined that term?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Yeah, well just now I googled it and found the link to my own entry. Helpful!

-gh