The man moved out of the bright Himalayan light into a dark shed and said, “This is pig toilet.” And when the camera had adjusted to the dimness he pointed down through the hole and said, “And this is pig!” (more…)
There’s a famous wave in Indonesia called Nihiwatu. It peels across the beachfront of an exclusive resort on the island of Sumba, east of Bali. The wave proceeds from left to right – that is looker’s left, if, for example, you were nursing a beer in the resort’s open-air dining room and gazing out to the horizon. (more…)
I know which way a mind wended this morning, what horizon it faced, by the setting of these tracks . . .
– Henry David Thoreau
Last week on a long, slow chairlift ride at Powderhorn my eye fixed on a meandering set of animal tracks. (more…)