Poxy

Due to a rather pernicious cold, there will be no regular post this week. Here, enjoy some lemons!

2010-01-01

1/180 sec, f 8.0, ISO 100, 50 mm

Nettles

How poignant and poetic, that something so toxic can also be so beautiful. Haunting and ethereal, the sea nettle is what I think of when I hear “jelly fish.” Not quite so lovely as a moon jelly, the long streams of colors and delicate strands are nothing but magical. They remind me of what flying is it in the way they drift through the blue, gently colliding and at the total mercy of the currents.

2010-05-29

1/10 sec, f 4.5, ISO 400, 57.5 mm

Tanganyika and Zanzibar

By ancient roads, most ignored, and trails worn by ivory,

Africa was carved and cut; its lines, neat and esprit.

I learned through travel; I learned through trek

I was witness for a time

I learned through nature; I learned breakneck

I was a witness to this time

2008-01-06

1/180 sec, f 6.7, ISO 100, 18 mm

Montaña

The world is flat. Even the thought of the concept is utterly inconceivable to someone who grew up with mountains. Now, however, I realize that I never truly understood what mountains were until I saw the Andes. The Sierras are akin to lumpy mashed potatoes with the occasional jagged edge of butter tat has yet to be melted away by glacier, wind or ancient lake. The Andes are razorblades with the harsh grooves of terraces soaring all the way to the top. They rise from absolutely nothing but flat farmland and snaky rivers, betraying themselves as the giants they are. They were built from fire, forged by the god Hephaestus himself. Nothing else has made me feel so small as standing at their feet. Nothing else has made me wish more that I were a bird than those snowy peaks.

2010-09-02

1/180 sec, f 5.6, ISO 100, 155 mm