One day the oil will run out The gas will be gone Coal will move from the black and into the red. Engines rattle to a halt. Turbines spool down and whine no more Cars, trucks, forklifts, excavators, bulldozers, graders, dump trucks stop Refineries cool and congeal Factories issue smoke
The keening call and clatter of the merlin Snow turns to drops Then snowdrops A warm damp wind Timid, tense, birds halt at the merlin’s call Sharp swift swooping cessation of life The rattling taps of the flicker’s mate Sounds a lively retort of new life
The origins of words provide insights not normally available through traditional definitions or connotations, and genius is just such a word. Conventionally when we use the word genius we think of someone who is exceptionally smart or good at something. Albert Einstein is the iconic genius for many. The Greek
One abiding aspect of modern life is the emphasis on management. I know because I worked most of my life in management. Good management is good because it reaches its objectives quickly and effectively. Man (mankind) is at the heart of management. This of course is not an accident. Management
Be fore-warned this is a technical photo post. There are a couple of truths about photography, 1) The shot you get is better than the one you don't (it can still be crap however), 2) There is only so much light in a scene, you can't
My Travel Photography Style I don’t write often about my photography but some thoughts have accumulated and spurred by a discussion with friends about my current approach, here it goes. I am not sure I have a fixed style as my work and interest evolves over time. I am
Sit in the remote desert and wait for the sun to rise or fall. Be enveloped in the silence. Watch the shifting colors. Feel the age of the place, the rocks, the mountains, the cactus. Cares recede and calm settles in its place. Mystery unfolds in the wildest of wilderness.
Buford was my dad’s dog. I think he was a stray or perhaps a dog that someone my dad knew didn’t want anymore. In any case Buford was a german shorthair-looking dog. Tall, lanky with big ears, brown and white coat and soft brown eyes. He was a
If you watched the movie Nomad then you know something of this place. We were passing through coming from Blythe California across the dwindling Colorado River into Arizona. A quick stop in Quartzite for gas and a little food. The next five days would be blessed desert solitude with good
It is in perhaps New Mexico where the intensity of Catholic belief beats strongest. I am not a believer but is hard not to be moved by the passion of the faith exhibited here. I have always sense some of the Spanish darkness lurking beneath a more playful and exuberant
If we don’t get stabbed to death tonight we will meet you at Kofa tomorrow. I texted this to my friend Jerry as we arrived at our Motel 6 in Blythe California after sunset. (The problem with winter travel is the days are so damn short.) For those who
So many meanings possible…I will explain… Here on the transition from the Sonoran to the Chihuahua deserts on the eastern side of the Dos Cabezos Mountains is a little area called Indian Bread Rocks. Our home for one night, it is tucked up against rounded granite boulder not unlike