Father Ravenswood

Father Ravenswood is taking off his dark clothes from his Saturday morning visitations. He strips down until he is nude. He stands in front of the mirror and an old man looks back at him. Years of being the minister of a congregation have left their mark. The moments spent between grief and celebration are intricately carved into lines on his face. His hair is peppered with white through what used to be a midnight black mop on his head. His blue eyes still twinkle as time has not yet extinguished this light.

 He opens the window in his bathroom as he always does before, he takes flight. Sunday through Friday he talks to people about the work of God but on Saturday he becomes one with his creator. The transformation is painful, but he is used to the pain being as old as he is. Nothing hurt more than the first time when he was a boy of 12 and his father showed him the way. It’s a family secret that has been passed through generations. A skill that was acquired by one of his ancestors who was captured by a tribe of Native Americans. The ancestor was released with a small condition being that once per week for the rest of their life they would experience the world through the eyes of a non-human animal to maintain some balance in the worlds. The condition was binding to not only to the ancestor, but to all of their descendants and so he faces his moment of destiny.  

 

His feet start to crumple beneath him as he grows talons where there were toes. The legs disappear into nothing beneath him. His torso shrinks and the expands across the breast. His arms stretch outwards as the feathers begin to grow out of his skin. His head, and this is the worst part, shrinks until he is no longer as sentient as his human form. His nose becomes a beak and his eyesight sharpens. He is aware of who he is, but he does not have thoughts about life and Christianity and his congregation or anything of the sort. He is more beast than Father now and the open window is beckoning him.

 

It is a warm spring day. The kind of day that humans embrace and even the most hardened non-believers wonder at. The apple blossoms are fragrant. The breeze stirs the scent into his small bathroom and he doesn’t wait any longer to leave through the window and sail out onto the breeze. Even in his raven form he has a path that he likes to travel with favorite spots to swoop and soar.

 

First, he goes to check in on the other ravens and see what the morning gossip has in store. Its like when he goes to the café for a coffee to hear the chatter of people to catch drift of who and what is going on. The ravens today are in a tree that is by the river and he flies in and takes a seat on one of the branches. They are all chirping and pecking and a ripple with small bird motions. The cleaning of feathers and preening that could rival a teenage girl. It is mostly the male ravens today and the topic is courtship. He knows this topic well in both human and raven form. He knows deep in his raven body that whatever romantic encounter he has will be short lived so he takes silent flight away from the unkindness and is soaring over the river.

 

This, reader, is what he likes best. There is nothing in human form that quite compares to the rush of the wind beneath the wings. His heartbeat accelerates in anticipation of the updraft or downdraft that could send him another direction. The water which appears murky and brown when seen from the banks is sparkling white from above. The rays of sunshine strike the surface and create a dazzling feast for his crow eyes. He starts to watch for fish which disrupt the sheen on the water for a slight moment. He is hunting now. When he gets the pattern of movement from the fish down he takes a go at it and comes up with prey in his mouth. Luckily, his human appetite has no sway here and he happily gobbles the scales and bones of the fish. He won’t think of these things later either. Maybe in an odd dream he will be eating a fish alive, but when he returns he prays that he might live to see another day as a raven. He will go back to leading his congregation knowing that God is many gods housed in many beings and so he will wait for Saturday to come again.

The Trees of Indianapolis

 

There's a Chinese proverb that asks when's the best time to plant a tree. The answer: 20 years ago. I came across this reading The Overstory by Richard Powers on the same day I spoke with Bill Kincius, Manager of Urban Forestry within the Department of Public Works for the City of Indianapolis. The proverb seemed to fit Bill's overall message which was that while a tree can easily be removed, the real benefits that trees provide don't start having a significant impact until 7 to 10 years into their life cycle. The following is a summary of my conversation with Bill that took place December 02, 2020. 

I asked Bill to describe his work as the Manager of Urban Forestry. He said his department's primary responsibility is to balance risk management associated with potential damage caused by trees and the protection of a natural resource that offers many ecosystem services to humans. This balancing act is performed by fielding complaints filed with the Mayor's Action Center and other forms of communication including an App called RequestIndy. 

The protection of our urban tree canopy in the public right-of-way and public parks is regulated through the Municipal Code of Indianapolis-Marion County which protects flora in public spaces and has been in place since 1975. Any work in the right-of-way or public parks has to be reviewed through a Flora Permit reviewed by the  Department of Bureau and Neighborhood Services (BNS) to ensure that tree removal, trimming, and mitigation are done according to the ordinance.

Bill emphasized that tree work is technical and shouldn't be done by inexperienced tree workers. Noting while most anyone can purchase a chainsaw there is a lack of understanding about the complexity of a tree's anatomy. The lack of understanding is problematic for people who are trying to maintain their own trees and also for designers who are working with and around trees on land development projects. 

Designers have a few easy opportunities that can really make a difference in the fight to save our urban canopy. 

• Tree protection is important. Trees roots are at the surface and their structural roots once damaged by a piece of equipment rolling over them can't be restored. Designers can do their due diligence by minding the structural root zone. 

• A general rule of thumb is that for every inch of trunk at breast height the radius of the critical root zone increases by 1.5 feet.  For capital projects, DPW has a technical chart that gives exact dimensions for the structural root protection zone.  Designers can mark this on a drawing so contractor's know where they should place tree protection and not operate equipment.

• Another opportunity for designers is to mind the amount of space given to trees on a plan. Tree lawns need to be at least 4 feet wide for the narrowest and smallest trees, however, ideally 6-8 feet would be provided in tree lawns to accommodate the kinds of trees that provide the most benefit. The bigger the area, the bigger the tree, the bigger the benefit. When it comes to trees more is more.

•  Avoid planting trees under overhead power lines.  Putting “the Right Tree in the Right Place” is a nationwide program created by forestry experts and utilities for adoption by the design disciplines in order to avoid future infrastructure conflicts.

I asked Bill about the benefits or ecosystem services that trees provide to our communities. He said that a big one for Indianapolis is storm water management. A study was performed several years ago that quantified those benefits. He said that the street trees of Indianapolis intercepted 0.5 billion gallons of runoff per year! Those are some hardworking trees. Trees also improve our air quality and increase property values. 

We are losing our urban canopy at increasing rates as human activity chews deeper into the natural resources of our state. While the emerald ash borer has made a dent in the canopy by a significant amount humans still are the biggest threat to the trees. 

While public trees are protected by the City’s Flora Ordinance, the protection of many of the private trees of Indianapolis is enacted through the Heritage Tree development standard. Bill says those trees are part of Indiana's natural history and are protected by the zoning standards for private property that were adopted in 2014. The Department of Metropolitan Development (DMD) enforces this standard which states that trees of a diameter greater than 18" and of certain species cannot be removed unless absolutely necessary and only if there are additional mitigation measures that must be put into place.

Finally, I asked Bill if he had an artificial or real Christmas tree. He said he's been pulling out the same artificial one for years and hopes to for years to come. If you do purchase a fresh cut tree they can be disposed of in select city parks from December 26-January 31, where they will eventually be turned to mulch. Visit indy.gov/activity/christmas-tree-disposal to learn more.