April 7, 2011
The Salt of Morning
The air near the water always tastes of iron and wet stone, a sharp, metallic tang that clings to the back of...
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Reflections
April 7, 2011
The Weight of Green
In the quiet hours of a Tuesday, I found myself reading about the way forests breathe. It is a slow, rhythmic exchange,...
April 6, 2011
The Architecture of Passing
In the nineteenth century, the arrival of the locomotive forced the human eye to recalibrate. Suddenly, the landscape was no longer a...