Of late I’ve felt ambivalent about my own photography. As Juhani Pallasmaa wrote in The Eyes of the Skin, we’ve elevated sight above the other senses; we regard the world — see the world, in that telling metaphor for understanding — in a disproportionately visual way, diminishing our other senses and the fullness of lived experience.
Seen on the G train: A bookish young hipster bringing home the taxidermied head of a bighorn ram. Continue reading
When life gives you snow… Continue reading
The sun sets early in winter, but while it’s high the light is so, so glorious. Continue reading
From a conversation between two old acquaintances seeing one another at a restaurant. Continue reading