A quiet theme in my “Beautiful Wounds” photography and book project, coming in 2020, is the deep joy and convalescence we can find in nature, simply by allowing ourselves to bear witness. This dozen of recent favorites is the photographic version of a small box of chocolates.
A dozen favorites from the Spokane River (2018-2019), a river we saved from ourselves, and a living monument to the good work of good people who understand the power of nature to inspire and sustain our lives.
To the extent I fancy myself a nature photographer, I don’t usually organize my time in the field to make a record of things that move through and above the fields. This is partly to shield my psyche from the frustration of trying to outsmart animals, and partly a grudging acceptance that I’m better equipped to photograph subjects that aren’t purposely trying to avoid me.
And still… I’m out there. Mule deer pop their heads above the sagebrush. Northern harriers, with their owl-like faces and low, swooping glides, capture my gaze. And the next thing you know, I’m trying to take their pictures. To be sure, rocks are better behaved. But critters have more charisma. A sample…
