Thursday, July 22, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Diary excerpt. Istanbul, Turkey. 2007
...Our tour guide did very well promoting peace and commerce in the city. He kept pressing the fact that Istanbul (and Turkey in general) was welcoming to all religions except, oddly enough, "Satanists." Women had the choice to cover their heads, if not, it wasn't odd...We went to the Hagia Sofia first which was enormous: a good mix of Islam and Christianity. Outside, I took a photo of a soldier wielding a rifle, a dagger, and an Ice-Cream cone."
An Isolated Scene
Waves sweeping diagonal
A crystal blue, translucent and hashing
The reflections of the sky
And you feel God.
An outcrop like a crown
The eternal fog like (ghosts)
Hide excrement of branded sheep
And it makes you want God.
The lights of a helicopter
Its blades compress sound
Suffering the foundation and
(for the survivors sake)
You hope to God.
To grab a rusted steel hinge
That imprisoned a living being
To hold it in your hand
And to let go
Makes you pray to God.
But to stare into the Sea,
To lay on a warm fault of stone,
Or be enveloped into the night,
Draws you away, and for a moment
You feel Nothing.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
The influx of unreadable emails I receive is simply amazing. Is it because we are in the age of the text message where communication has to be curtailed to fill only 160 figures (including marks of punctuation). Outside of texting, will it be possible for future generations to manually complete a sentence, finish a statement, or ask a comprehensible question. Is our language de-evolving?
"...In the next 40 years, there's going to be a larger demand than ever for people who can communicate with the written word, whatever format it takes. I don't think there's ever been a greater need for people to be able to write at a functional level, whether they're tapping on their computer keyboard or on their I-phone."
-Carl Hiaasen (Smithsonian Issue July/August 2010)
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Ten days in the UK is never enough. Even with "English Weather," that whole, tiny little island remains one of the most beautiful places I've traveled to. This photo was taken on the only sunny day during our trip. Loughborough: rolling hills, crumbling stone abodes from who knows how many hundreds of years ago, and plot after plot of bright yellow rapeseed fields so bright it blinded you.
Behind this spot where we stood, I took a stroll through the maze of vegetation. The sun warmed me just enough, insects flew in and out of flowers too busy to be bothered, and at just the right spot I laid, face down, into the soil. There I took a deep breath. Dirt never smelled so good.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Owls never cease to amaze me. Their human-like eyes. Feathers built for silent flight. And their elusive, nocturnal profession that stigmatized their species throughout ancient history: Owls were the bearers of the deceased soul as it traveled from one world to the next.
I can count on one hand how many I've seen in the wild--out of sheer luck, three of those five fingers were raised this past weekend. Hanging together lazily in an oak in Clearwater (Florida), a family of Screech owls (one of only five species of owl found in Florida) let us get close enough to document them between siestas.
Photo by Nick Lamastra.
Monday, July 5, 2010
"There are a few streets that sound like medical complaints, a few that sound like names on an anatomical chart, a few that sound vaguely unsavory, and a few that are pleasantly ridiculous (Coldbath Square, Hamshades Close, Cactus Walk, Nutter Lane, The Butts), but there is very little that could be called truly arresting."
-Bill Bryson, excerpt from "Notes from a Small Island."
Sunday, July 4, 2010
My connecting flight from Charlotte to Augusta took exactly 29 minutes. While staring out the window, I overheard these lines of conversation:
A man announces to the entire plane: "Anyone want any onion rings?"
A man to a random woman: "It's ok to eat food from a stranger at an airport."
The same man to another randon male passenger: "Is that an I-pad? I need to get one of those mother fuckers."