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Perhaps it’s because the color has fallen from the trees. Frosts come in waves now and extinguish the grass. Flowers are a memory. Foliage camouflages ugly things. Ruts in the earth, erosion, ancient dumps of rusted cans – most of them man-made. Winter undresses the gridded monotony of suburbia and the sagging charms of dying rural yards cluttered with the refuse of what was supposed to make life better. Perhaps the need to hang Christmas lights in the trees addresses the dea
This August I was fortunate enough to reside in that giddy stripe across America called the Path of Totality. While many photographers had to take planes, trains and automobiles to arrive at their carefully calculated perches for viewing the August 21 eclipse, I stepped out into the yard. Well, my sister’s yard because she has fewer trees. Amateur photographers and even semi-pros were increasingly discouraged from taking photos during the eclipse. Classes were offered with di
Have you ever been on your way to one place only to be happily distracted by another on the way? Devil’s Well in the wonderland of springs, caves and crystal clear rivers that is the Missouri Ozarks is a very cool place. A collapsed underground cave in the Ozark National Scenic Riverways, Devil’s Well is accessible down a winding set of metal steps descending past seeping limestone walls to an underground lake, safely viewed through a grate. There are picnic tables on the gro
Oh, glorious road trip, at last. Put on your comfy jeans; just throw your hiking boots in the back. We’ll drive-thru for coffee. Keep your camera handy, though – this vehicle brakes for scenic views! Driving back down the mountain at dusk on my first day in the Appalachians, I was confronted with believing. In home decor shops, on greeting cards, scrolling by on the Facebook screen – the mantra to ‘believe’ pops up everywhere. A word once common to Bible meetings and Disney f
For many years my office was a desk-and-chair island surrounded by a sea of students and books. I was walled in by mere glass, able to watch the autumn colors rise and fall on a particularly maple-rich hill beyond campus or watch a redbud tree sprout and seed in the courtyard outside the front door. As our mission grew, however, my view was obstructed here, then five years later, there, by a succession of new buildings to house our success. I finally advanced to an office al
People of letters used to aspire to write the Great American Novel. When I left school, no one had done. Perhaps there's been a claim or two since, but time passed into the era of hyperbole and blurb, so there were a lot of Great American Novels proclaimed on the dust jackets of the 1980s. Then the world turned another click and the very concept of a single America one could interpret was gone. Class, gender, race, ethnicity, origins, region, education, and tribes not yet de
Treasure hunting is the latest thing on reality television. There are the gold guys, the pirate booty guys, the gals who chase after storage units – okay I don’t get that one either. My favorites are the gem hunters. Part of it is that they ply their obsession on operatic Rocky Mountain vistas. The rest of it is that I love jewels. We all know ladies and gents so bejeweled they cannot comfortably wiggle their fingers. Me, rings have bugged me since my teenage turquoise phase.
I love to come upon old structures nearly reclaimed by the earth. They don't have to be neat; rust and rotting wood make their own oddly beautiful symmetry when entangled in grapevines and wildflowers. As do the seasons. I watch the seasons transform one particular rusty metal shed along a scrub of ground by the highway, framing photos in my mind. In winter it looks like a charcoal drawing and in autumn that shed becomes the stuff of greeting cards. I cannot even see it in su
The power of photography to encompass a thing sometimes takes my breath away. I do nature photographer primarily, but occasionally I capture a portrait that blinks back at me, breathes, smiles, walks away and lives its life. Sometimes I capture a picture of a person untouched by illness, radiant in health and purpose and joy. Mother, grandmother, student of life. Gifted, intelligent, curious, unbowed. Frank, devoted, tough, unselfish to a fault. Gardener, rock hound, babysitt
All that youth culture stuff back in the 1960s was probably a mistake. I realize that the soldiers returning from World War II and their spouses worked hard for the ability to indulge their children. But no culture in history ever valued inexperience over wisdom. In pop culture terms, Pete Townshend didn’t die before he got old; he bought an estate and sold his counter-culture anthems to advertising agencies for boatloads of cash. That is reality, but also an adult's perspect