The Echo of Ascent
The smell of cold iron always brings me back to the damp basements of my childhood, where the air tasted of wet stone and secrets. There is a specific friction in climbing—the way the soles of your feet press against a surface that has been…
The Weight of Passing
We are always waiting for something to arrive, or perhaps for something to leave. The tracks in the city are like veins, carrying the pulse of people who do not know each other. There is a particular ache in watching a light move through the…
Misty Morning Duck, by Ronnie GloverMisty Morning Duck by Ronnie Glover
This photograph was taken at Potter Marsh in Anchorage, Alaska. It is a haven of migrating birds. On this chilly fall morning, I was setting up my new Pentax 6x7 when I noticed the duck, fog and the potential photograph. After fumbling to…