The End of Eden: Writings of an
Environmental Activist
Thomas Rain Crowe
Illustrations by Robert Johnson


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The End of Eden: Writings of an Environmental Activist
ISBN 978-1-893239-80-7
171 pages.   $15.00.
The essays of Thomas Rain Crowe combine with the stirring illustrations of Robert Johnson to produce a prophetic vision of the world in which we live -- a vision of what we have and what we stand to lose through our careless disregard for the Earth and its finite resources. A kind of activist’s handbook, this is one man’s attempt at saving his homeland from mindless hedonism, outside invasion, and outright denial -- writing as if there might be enough universal truth to be of some use to others experiencing similar incursions in their own locales. 

“Straight-forward and heartfelt…in his writing, Crowe does not expect everyone to unplug and head for the woods as he once did, but the lessons he learned contain valuable truths that we ignore at our peril. Like Thoreau, he is a chanticleer, hoping to wake us.”
     --- John Sledge, Mobile Register 

“Robert Johnson is a profoundly gifted artist filled with originality, intelligence, and integrity. Following in the footsteps of Frederic Church, his artwork is an exhilarating tribute to our natural world. He promotes a connection to the environment that inspires the viewer with a profound sense of belonging."
     --- John Cram, Director, Blue Spiral I Gallery, Ashville, NC

From the Book ---

It's the end of October and I’ve still got tomatoes on the vine. Native, June-blooming rhododendrons are flowering again. Hummingbirds are still here and coming to the feeders. Walnuts hanging from the leafless walnut trees like Christmas tree ornaments, not able to drop. Yellow-jackets still coming and going actively to their underground nests. Raccoons still coming into the corn patch thinking that August must have come ‘round again and that there is corn. Following the wettest summer on record, we’re in the midst of a draught. Here in Tuckasegee, it’s only rained twice in the last two months. I’m having to hand-water the heather, just to keep them alive. With my woodpile ready for the winter, I’ve not even thought about starting a fire. Strange days. . . .

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Things are hoppin’ here at the tailgate market this week. With corn, tomatoes and beans coming in, the folks who have only been circling the market for the last month, have landed and have come in to check things out. With ole-timey fiddle and guitar music coming from the jam-session going on in the music tent as a fitting backdrop, the business of banter & barter goes on at each tailgate station.

"I’m bad to cook with fat back," I can hear one customer saying a couple truck-beds down the line. She is buying fresh cabbage from one of the vendors— "I just add a cup of water to the oil in the skillet and throw in the chopped cabbage for a few minutes, and it’s done. Now, you talk about good!"

A large red SUV with Missouri plates pulls up along the curb in front of my truck, rolls down his window and shouts, "You got any peaches?" To his drive-in, drive-by approach I respond, "No, this is NORTH Carolina, South Carolina is down the road and to the right." He smiles sarcastically, and drives away.

Aside from the chatter, there has been a lot of talk today about the importance of growing and buying good food and the mindset of buying locally. I remember my old friend Zoro saying to me some twenty years ago, "Folks are livin’ out of cans and pokes these days. When it’s on the table it’s not fit to eat!" He was talking about trucked-in, store-bought food and the advantages of a short, legible food chain as being preferable to refrigerated, long shelf-life foods coming from across the country and from other continents in various states of suspended freshness. . . .