Hinterland

hinterland

the writhing life

I came across this post about writing... we all need a kick in the pants sometimes.
http://lpvmagazine.com/2011/05/photographers-should-write-more/

you have to see this

this made me laugh

and laugh

http://maddieonthings.com/

many thoughts, many pictures

This is a time of looking very closely at everything.
How can we balance need with want?
How can we reach within ourselves and find what we are always looking for?
How do we know, if we find it?
Does it resonate within us so profoundly that the realization is unquestionable?
How important is it, that we question?
Are we afraid of what we might find?

Summer...summer

Summer always seems like it is going by too fast; no time for super serious picture taking, but time for some fun along the way.

macondo

This is part of a series that I did last summer in response to the Gulf Oil spill. It will be shown in July at Chroma Projects in Charlottesville.

to spring storms...

Storm Windows

People are putting up storm windows now,
Or were, this morning, until the heavy rain
Drove them indoors. So, coming home at noon,
I saw storm windows lying on the ground,
Frame-full of rain; through the water and glass
I saw the crushed grass, how it seemed to stream
Away in lines like seaweed on the tide
Or blades of wheat leaning under the wind.
The ripple and splash of rain on the blurred glass
Seemed that it briefly said, as I walked by,
Something that I should have liked to say to you,
Something . . .the dry grass bent under the pane
Brimful of bouncing water . . . something of
A swaying clarity which blindly echoes
This lonely afternoon of memories
And missed desires, while the wintry rain
Unspeakable the distance in the mind!)
Runs on the standing windows and away.

Howard Nemerov