Dispatch № 109: Birds and Boars
Spend enough time in the woods and you develop a sense of whether it’s a bird or a deer or even a snake, and it happens before you can even turn your head to see.
Dispatch № 107: Same Place, Different Day
Even when the weather is bad, I go out to wander and make pictures for thirty or forty minutes. Every working day, this is my lunchtime habit, a recursive practice that is exercise for both my body and my mind.
Dispatch № 75: Fleeting Escape
Sand below us, water in front of us, the great mountain sitting huge in the blue haze to our right.
Dispatch № 68: Have Camera, Will Wander
This kind of rest is a sort that must be earned, in that it only exists on the far side of intense focus. It is found only after the work is done.
Dispatch № 66: Smooth Pursuit
Over time, stacks of these fragments string together and hang upon the backdrop from which they were extracted.
Dispatch № 64: No Plan, Best Plan
We lingered there for a time, suspended in the moment, before continuing on, enjoying the snails and mushrooms in the undergrowth, the swaying of the forest canopy, and the trickling of a hillside stream.
Dispatch № 58: Meandering
If you find yourself at an intersection with a choice between roads that seem equal, choose your bath based on something specifically arbitrary. Choose the street with the sauntering cat, for example, or the one with the yellow house.