The Architecture of Silence
We build our monuments to outlast the wind, stacking stone upon stone as if to anchor our fleeting presence to the earth. There is a quiet arrogance in the way we carve our history into the ribs of mountains, believing that if we stand high…
The Hum of Falling Water
The air near a great rush of water has a specific weight, a damp, cool velvet that clings to the back of your throat before you even hear the roar. It is the taste of ozone and crushed stone, a mineral sharpness that settles on the tongue like…
Photographing a Photographer by Christopher Johnson
On the top of Mauna Kea, I had just arrived and was in the midst of the sunset, I was seeking some inspiration for a shot. Cold, shivering, the cloudless sky wasn’t working for a breathtakingly scenic, so I had to step back. To my surprise,…