The Weight of Green
There is a silence that belongs to the deep forest, a heavy, humid stillness that swallows the sound of one's own breathing. In the north, we are accustomed to the silence of frost, where the air is brittle and thin. But here, the silence is…
Crooked by Don Peterson
While touring the ghost town of Bodie in California's Eastern Sierra Mountains, I strolled up and down the dusty streets trying to capture the aura of this erstwhile boom town. Bodie is maintained in a state of "arrested decay" in an attempt…
The Architecture of Silence
We spend our lives building walls, brick by heavy brick, convinced that shelter is found in the solid and the permanent. Yet, there is a deeper architecture in the places where the world simply breathes. Think of the way light spills across…