Tag: landscape

The Meaningless Moment

The Meaningless Moment

| February 12, 2019 | 15 Replies

There is nothing special, let alone decisive or significant, about the moment I trip the shutter.

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The Element of Surprise

The Element of Surprise

| January 2, 2019 | 4 Replies

Nothing in the world is more exciting than a moment of sudden discovery or invention, and many more people are capable of experiencing such moments than is sometimes thought. ~Bertrand Russell I’m delighted to see various “influencers” promoting the idea of not revealing location information. Recently, even a local tourism board (in Jackson Hole, WY) […]

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Twenty Eighteen

Twenty Eighteen

| December 23, 2018 | 11 Replies

I was about to start this post saying that 2018 had been a year of formidable challenges and deep reflection, when I realized that these describe just as well every one of my years to date. The common denominator is obvious.

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Experiences, Not Moments

Experiences, Not Moments

| October 11, 2018 | 17 Replies

There are no moments. Moments exist in theory alone. To live, to feel, to experience, to think, is to be in a constant state of becoming. It is the dialectic nature of living, and why experiences cannot be contained in moments any more than a movie can be contained in a single frame.

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Earning Your Medals

Earning Your Medals

| September 22, 2018 | 6 Replies

Whether a photograph is art is less important than whether the photographer is an artist.

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William Neill / Photographer – Retrospective

William Neill / Photographer – Retrospective

| September 19, 2018 | 4 Replies

Searching for a respite from grief, I backpacked through the wilderness and scrambled up the peaks with a near-desperate vigor. Long, hard hikes temporarily soothed my pain and helped me to fall into exhausted sleep at night. At some deep level, the beauty of my surroundings seeped into my subconscious—the lush colors of a meadow dense […]

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A Tombstone in Your Hands

A Tombstone in Your Hands

| August 31, 2018 | 16 Replies

Introducing his book, Desert Solitaire, Edward Abbey wrote, “most of what I write about in this book is already gone or going under fast. This is not a travel guide but an elegy. A memorial. You’re holding a tombstone in your hands.” Without intending it, I realized a few years ago that the same has become true of many of my photographs.

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Making Memories

Making Memories

| July 26, 2018 | 17 Replies

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.

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The Implicit Contract

The Implicit Contract

| July 5, 2018 | 10 Replies

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.

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Transitions

Transitions

| June 26, 2018 | 7 Replies

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.

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