Poetry  Of  The  Land

“. . . For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”  

Wendell Berry                                                                 




"They're ruining the land!" said my heartbroken Dad on seeing the now clear-cut woods he played in as a boy.  Love of the natural world and concern for its protection was a legacy from my parents, and made a bittersweet lasting impression on me.  

As an adult I was drawn to photograph the natural world, yet was haunted by troubling questions similar to the unasked questions when a loved one goes to war.  "Will you be safe?  Will you be maimed?  Are we saying good-bye for the last time?"  

Fair questions to ask of the land, because these places were already encroached by toxic developments such as factory-farming pollution, oil production, mining or manufacturing.  

Would the poetry of the land stand the test of time outside of my photographs?  





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