Author David MuCullough says, “You got to marinate your head in that time, in that culture, you got to become them” and although he’s talking about his biographical subjects it applies elsewhere. If art is the arbiter of culture than the artist is its practitioner and must marinate in it, immersion breeds understanding.
Read MoreUnder the green shade of giant western trees, I wander with camera and tripod resting on my shoulder. The hanging moss, the thick understory, the thundering roar of waterfall all transform this Oregon woodland into a fable.
Read MoreThe rush of the world is below me. The aggravation caused by too much concrete and too many clocks is not part of being up here. I have no need for either. My clock runs with irregular beats. Its measure is not in the passage of time, its measure is in the experience of making art, of walking, and in the icy reset of a creek bath.
Read MoreThere’s a cold stickiness to the air and the ever present roar of layered breakers far off shore. The rich ochre sand under my bare feet is fine and chilled. There are houses here, but the graying texture of their weathered facades prevents any kind of dating. It’s a blended existence along this rustic coastline.
Read MoreEarly last month, I stood bare along the shore of the bluest lake and felt profound grace, bathed in dusty fatigue. I had come hundreds of miles and experienced something of revelation, a purifying of the soul that only happens beyond the bounds of comfortable living, beyond the confines of schedules, away from the world’s news.
Read MoreWriting is a craft I’ve dabbled at but want to dive deeper into. So as this project has moved through its stages of production over the past several months how I want to write about it has also changed.
Read MoreThe easiest way to do that is to add uncertainty and that’s why I’m bringing only a pinhole camera
Read MoreFood. Sustenance. Provisions. Pleasure. Weight.
Read MoreIt begins with an evaluation. Pull out all the gear, every piece and ask yourself two questions; do I need this and if so, can it be lighter.
Read MoreA few years ago on a boring sunny day, I grabbed my camera and wandered into a local park. For a full day, I wandered around with a macro lens attached to my camera (used to focus extremely close) and a small circular fill card (used to bounce light in or flag light off a subject). The park became my studio and the plants I found became my product.
Read MoreThe Sierra High Route (abbreviated SHR) has been described as the most remote hiking route in the lower 48 states.
Read MoreWalking in the upper reaches of Yosemite Valley, rock hopping on slippery granite, my feet, whom I’ve always trusted, gave way and I slammed my face into the rock, snapping all my upper front teeth in half. I had no cut lips or gums and my nose was untouched, which can only mean...I must have been smiling on the way down.
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