November 28, 2010 The Sharp Breath of Winter The first bite of winter is never in the eyes; it is in the sudden, metallic sting at the back of the... Read Article →
November 28, 2010 Self Portrait at Pancake Creek by Cameron Cope Sometimes I like to deliberately place myself in a landscape, to remind the viewer that what they are looking at when they... Read Article →
November 27, 2010 The Salt on the Skin The air near the tide always tastes of cold iron and crushed shells. It is a sharp, metallic tang that clings to... Read Article →