Continue Reading ‘That time of year thou mayst in me behold’ Sonnet 73 William Shakespeare That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs…
Continue Reading Into The Vanishing Point Van·ish·ing point/noun 1. the point at which receding parallel lines viewed in perspective appear to converge. 2. the point at which something that has been growing…
Continue Reading Unacknowledged Newspeak. Doublethink. Thoughtcrime. Big Brother. What’s the first thing that comes to mind when reading these words? George Orwell, 1984? I…
Continue Reading Unseen. “I want things to unfold slowly, often my things are quiet and simple enough that it takes time—a kind of slow overlapping—before…
Continue Reading Unimaginable The light was strange. I walked the Sandy River delta for the first time since January, so grateful to be back and…
Continue Reading Rebels Needed What comes to mind when you look at today’s photographs? Bucolic scene? Oregon Pastoral? A lazy summer afternoon? A longing for the…
Continue Reading Find the Rebels. I encountered the painting below a few days ago. It is currently making the rounds as a meme on social media. It brought…
Continue Reading The Fate of Rebels I could not believe my eyes. I had stumbled upon a pod of pelicans in Forest Grove, not just in the air…
Continue Reading Rebels Welcome The time between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur is supposed to be one of of taking stock of one’s actions. Contemplation of…
Continue Reading L’Shana Tova May the New Year (5782) be one where justice, kindness, rationality and health prevail. I usually make a photomontage that captures the…
