“2. Information, as such, is not Interpretation. Interpretation is revelation based upon
information. But they are entirely different things. However all interpretation includes
information.” – Freeman Tildan
The condensed version of Tildan’s 6 principals of interpretation resonated with me and my thoughts on how our trip to Regina’s Wastewater Treatment Plant went. During our trip I feel like I was more interested on the sites made available for us to see on the tour rather than taking in all of the factual information taught to us through the tour guide. I was too overwhelmed with all of my senses to pay attention to what the tour guide was talking about. I was fixated on developing my own interpretation of the plant through my senses of sight, hearing, smelling, touching, etc. When I was looking around the plant I was continuously comparing it to the Potash plant I work at. I noticed that the areas are much cleaner and more organized than what I assumed it would be like. I then recognized that we were able to walk through all of sections of the plant without the need of wearing ear plugs, which from my interpretation I was able to reveal to myself that all of the rooms must have been under 100 Db. This in itself was incredible to me because in the Potash plant there are minimal places you can enter without the need of ear plugs.
When we walked into the building with all of the wastewater bubbling I could not believe how much solution was going through the pro-longed process. It makes you realize how much water our city residents waste on a day to day basis. The rank smell in itself made me realize how much work our society has ahead of them in order to achieve an economically friendly lifestyle.
While brainstorming for my creative visual for this week I instantly thought of a particular day my friends and I went kayaking down the river in Wakamow, Moose Jaw. I took a picture in 2015 and posted it on my Instagram social media page with the caption “Yes, the water is as disgusting as it looks.” Rewind a few years, I would grow up hearing stories about my father who once grew up in Wakamow Valley. He and his friends would cannon ball in the river, freely swim around and caught buckets full of crayfish every summer. Some of his fondest childhood memories were from spending precious moments in this river. Fast-forward to my childhood, where my parents refused to let me even think about jumping in the river. This is due to our city ‘accidentally’ discharging wastewater in the river in various occasions. The only way anyone is jumping in that river now is if they ‘accidentally’ fall in.
As i continue to look through my social media pages I notice that most of my favourite traveling memories are ones where I was exploring various bodies of water across the globe. I have traveled to various lakes, rivers and oceans in Canada, USA, Costa Rica, Mexico, France, Italy, and Greece. Something about bodies of water give me peace and allow for me to forget about all the worries in the world. It is upsetting to me that I have a once beautiful river situated in my own back yard that the world has made extremely difficult for me to fully appreciate.