Take Me To Church

Iceland, summer, 2019—I love churches, mainly as symbols of quiet and stillness. I’m intrigued by “religious” or “spiritual” values: charity, kindness, sacrifice, forgiveness, transcendence, and so on. I’m especially fascinated when religious values conflict with profane ones. Like efficiency, productivity, and the bottom line. I salivated when this alarm-red truck rocked the scene in Reykjavík.Continue reading “Take Me To Church”

The Color of Water

Glaciers are mesmerizing. All that gray, swirling ceaselessly, Above in the clouds and below in the water. Then suddenly—almost prophetically—a splash of blue. Onlookers are drawn to prophetic blue. A patch of yellow signals the arrival of someone else. A comrade-photographer angling low for a shot. Before long, the scene shifts. The colors intensify asContinue reading “The Color of Water”

Out Shooting Horses

July, 2019. Iceland, dusk. In the summer, twilight lasts a long time. The sun never never fully disappears. It flirts with the horizon. Skirting, touching, and dipping beneath it, briefly. Then it pops right back up again. I made these images at 11:30 at night. My family was asleep. I was not. I crossed the road,Continue reading “Out Shooting Horses”

The Old Ways

For the avid reader in search of a great book, I highly recommend The Old Ways: A Journey on Foot by Robert Macfarlane. The Old Ways explores the role of walking—or wayfaring—in seeing the world aright. That is, in realizing a straight path is never only linear. But before you can earn such insight, you’ve gotContinue reading “The Old Ways”

Of Time and the River

In the heart of Los Padres National Forest, the Big Sur River is carving steep gorges and sharp-crested ridges. Sykes campground—where I captured the image above—is a 10-mile hike through untamed canyon wilderness. It was a challenging destination to reach even when there was an established trail. But now in the wake of fires, road closures,Continue reading “Of Time and the River”