Tuesday, April 26, 2011
You don't change the course of history by turning the faces of portraits to the wall.
It’s blue. It’s cold. It’s very, very big. Calverts Beach looking south to Antarctica. February 2011.
When I look out over this kind of vista, I tend to reflect on the sheer magnitude of the ocean; the vast and varied life that can be found within; the size and power of all that shifting water; our very fundamental insignificance in contrast to the enormity of the depths.
Or I think about boobs.
One of the two.