"Color is joy. One does not think joy. One is carried by it. Learn by doing or even better unlearn by doing. The opposite of what you learned. The paradoxical fact in the aesthetic is that theories also true in reverse."
"The world today is sick to its thin blood for lack of elemental things, for fire before the hands, for water welling from the earth, for air, for the dear earth itself underfoot. In my world of beach and june these elemental presences lived and had their being..."
— Henry Beston (The Outermost House: A Year of Life On The Great Beach of Cape Cod)
Thoughts on Sniffing Out Birds
-
In case you missed it, the New York Times Science section ran a stinker of
an article by Joanna Klein, A Birder’s Heaven: Just Follow the Stench to
the Lan...
I Wanted Little Red Shoes
-
I never told anyone before now about the shoes, the little red ones. I
suppose over the past forty-years the necessity of revealing it swung
widely, from u...
It Still Hurts My Heart
-
“The Tarball Chronicles] offers compelling images and vivid descriptions of
the Gulf. Anyone who wanted a first-hand look at the Gulf after the news
cycle ...
GeoTracking – Canon’s New EOS 1Dx
-
Overview (from Canon) “Canon has brought the best of the EOS-1D Series of
digital cameras into one phenomenal model: the new flagship of the EOS
line, the ...
I'm a kid with a camera who has been roaming around this small planet for the past few decades clicking-away at all things amazing and alarming. Recent work you can find here - www.greatapes2020.com