Tag Archives: Landscape

What Moves, Moves

What nature makes is bet­ter. The right angles that I focus on are not found in what flows eas­ily, nat­u­rally. My mind finds the right angles, my heart, the flow. Sim­ple as that. Or this… I can’t write about any­thing new. … Con­tinue read­ing

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Me & This Guy

Me and…and this guy Moun­tains, always, between us He gave up I left

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Landscape Photographer

Tonight I took an old woman back to the oper­at­ing room because she had a bowel obstruc­tion. Two things here: One: we are built like donuts and our donut hole does not tol­er­ate a twist. Two: she had been to … Con­tinue read­ing

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Spring in Chicago: Robert

I had finally got­ten to Chicago and the light was fail­ing and I sat down for a minute. Robert sat beside me and it was a bustling bar. He was watch­ing Bay­lor play in the final four. Their uni­forms were … Con­tinue read­ing

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Boing!

Do phở­tographs con­vey the truth? Phở­to­jour­nal­ism schools have whole courses that make up answers to this ques­tion. It is impor­tant for jour­nal­ists who are writ­ing to tell the truth, I think we would agree. It is impos­si­ble, “true”, but striv­ing … Con­tinue read­ing

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Eddy

What is a truth and a lie? A phở­to­graph is the lie sit­ting, like a spi­der in the web of the truth. What stays and what moves? A river does both and stops doing both at the same time. What is valu­able … Con­tinue read­ing

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Drought

I drove through the empti­ness that is the end­less­ness of South Texas: see for­ever and noth­ing at the same time, as the joke goes. Hav­ing grown up here, I have earned the right to say it as I see it, or … Con­tinue read­ing

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Oregon Autumn Dusk

Mov­ing a cir­cus to the next town might be eas­ier than mov­ing one infant the half the dis­tance. At least the giraffes can be cajoled to par­tic­i­pâté. A human baby can­not be cajoled. They exist and through them runs a … Con­tinue read­ing

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Between Us

I turned down a lop­ing dirt road that divided wheat fields. The wind­mills were there play­ing through the changes with the wind. The wind­mills drew me. They are a new shape in my world, min­i­mal­ist, mod­ern, engi­neered to zero tol­er­ance … Con­tinue read­ing

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Scarce

I was going to write this: It is my per­son­al­ity to try to fit in smaller spaces. Really though, I will write this: I try to fit in empty spaces, bar­ren, naked places. Some peo­ple use clut­ter to hide. I use a desert, maybe a … Con­tinue read­ing

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