I went to visit with the canyon that has been a friend to me for all these years—the first of many canyons I came to know in this desert that is now my home, where I spent my first of many nights gazing into the cosmos through the arc of an alcove and felt free for the first time in my life; the canyon where, in the course of decades, I have come, time and again, to heal and to renew, to contemplate the great questions of life, to break down and to grieve, or for no reason at all—the canyon where the life I live today had began.
I believe that such an implicit contract in photography exists (or should exist) only in some contexts, and that there is no such contract that applies unequivocally to all photographs, and certainly not to all art.
I feel like I have been different people at different times. Still, one thread ties everyone and everything that I have ever been: the awe, fascination, and peace I always feel in wild places.
There are moments, and it is only a matter of a few seconds, when you feel the presence of the eternal harmony ... A terrible thing is the frightful clearness with which it manifests itself and the rapture with which it fills you ... During these five seconds I live a whole human existence, and... Continue Reading →
It seems to me that people who love the outdoors and spend considerable time in the wild fall somewhere between two extremes: those who go to places to do things in them, and those who go to places to be in them. I am the latter.
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Where solitude ends, there begins the market-place; and where the market-place begins, there begins also the noise of the great actors, and the buzzing of the poison-flies. In the world even the best things are worthless without those who represent them: those showmen, the people call great men. Little, do the people understand what is... Continue Reading →
Human faces prompt me to ponder the thoughts and feelings of the persons they belong to, rather than my own.