In travels from Kiribati to Baja to the Great Salt Lake, Ben Cromwell reflects upon the sacred and the abused, destruction and birth, and how transcending our nature requires that we step into the unknown.
If I were a caught fish, I think I would at least want someone to look at, in full awareness, my death. As my blood slows and my scales fade, I wish at least that there will be eyes watching me, hot and caring for even just that moment.
What happens when a magazine and a student group collaborate to put out a call for images that tell stories about the North American West? Inboxes rapidly fill up with muskoxen and lots of people gain an excuse to drink Oregon beer while looking at mind-blowing pictures. A selection of photos from beyond the 100th meridian.
Ah, Earth Day: an opportunity for the country's worst polluters to rise, phoenix-like, from puddles of industrial effluent and recreate themselves as environmentalists. An opportunity for America's retailers to shamelessly hijack the words "eco-friendly" and "sustainable" and repurpose them to quicken the pulse of fetishistic shoppers. An opportunity for a free canvas shopping bag with every purchase!
I was hardly surprised when Groupon sent me an email proffering Earth