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Bridgeport Art Center in Chicago, ilLINOIS
The SPACE Art gallery in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Bside gallery in Melbourne, Australia
Espacio El Dorado gAllERY in Bogota, columbia
Milan image art fair in Milan, Italy
Modeka Gallery in the Philippines
CONINGSBY GALLERY IN LONDON, UNITED KINGDOM
magnificent Oregon 2022 calendar
praxis gallery in minneapolis, minesota
STILLS: centre for photography in Edinburgh, united kingdom
atelier now in Dublin, Ireland
6 × 6 Centre for photography in limassol, Cyprus
Laurent Gallery in st Kilda, Melbourne, Australia
In the gallery in Copenhagen, Denmark
matca gallery in hanoi, vietnam
art delight gallery in seoul, South Korea
almanaque fotografica in mexico city, mexico
PH21 GALLERY IN BUDAPEST, Hungary
valid world hall in Barcelona, Spain
blank wall gallery in Athens, Greece
Digital Photography Magazine
agora gallery in new York city, new YORK
kontrast galleri in stockholm, Sweden
Espaço Espelho d'Água Gallery in Libson, Portugal
BBA gallery in Berlin, Germany
“Every photo I take is part of me, bearing testimony to who I am. When I photograph a landscape, the landscape is photographing itself through me. I embrace the landscape, become the landscape, and bear witness to the landscape. As I always say, all you can discover in the world is what you have inside…”
-Franco Fontana
“Take hold of your own life. See that the whole existence is celebrating. These trees are not serious, these birds are not serious. The rivers and oceans are wild, and everywhere there is fun, everywhere there is joy and delight. Watch existence, listen to the existence and become part of it.”
-Osho
“I still think of Oregon Trail as a great leveler. If, for example, you were a twelve-year-old girl from Westchester with frizzy hair, a bite plate, and no control over your own life, suddenly you could drown whomever you pleased. Say you have shot four bison, eleven rabbits, and Bambi's mom. Say your wagon weighs 9,783 pounds and this arduous journey has been most arduous. The banker's sick. The carpenter's sick. The butcher, the baker, the algebra-maker. Your fellow pioneers are hanging on by a spool of flax. Your whole life is in flux and all you have is this moment. Are you sure you want to forge the river? Yes. Yes, you are.”
-Sloane Crosley, I Was Told There'd Be Cake
“The view we enjoyed from the summit [of Mount Rainier] could hardly be surpassed in sublimity and grandeur; but one feels far from home so high in the sky, so much so that one is inclined to guess that, apart from the acquisition of knowledge and the exhilaration of climbing, more pleasure is to be found at the foot of the mountains than on their tops. Doubly happy, however, is the man to whom lofty mountain tops are within reach, for the lights that shine there illumine all that lies below.”
-John Muir ("Washington and the Puget Sound" in Picturesque California (1888-1890)
“The melodrama out here can get a bit too much to take, if you have a low tolerance for the exaggerated nature of the desert: A half-day growling thunderhead reaching into the stratosphere gives up a quarter inch of rain. A quarter inch of rain turns into a six-foot wall of boulders, mud and trees raging ahead of a flash flood that can flip semi-trucks and take out bridges. You spot a pretty black-and-white king snake and then realize it’s eating a prettier rosy boa. The roadrunner prances around the patio like your own personal jester and then it brains a baby ground squirrel against the propane bottle under the BBQ. It’s the weirdest show on Earth & it cleans the civilization right out of your brain.” ~Ken Layne, Editor/Publisher of Desert Oracle, Autumn 2015
“You can hike into the Yellowstone backcountry. You can camp in the Yellowstone backcountry. You can take food into the Yellowstone backcountry, and you're surrounded by grizzly bears. And it's - it's a very, very thrilling, peculiar situation. Every sound that you hear in the night, you wonder is this a grizzly bear coming to tear into my tent?”
-David Quammen
“Standing there, gaping at this monstrous and inhumane spectacle of rock and cloud and sky and space, I feel a ridiculous greed and possessiveness come over me. I want to know it all, posess it all, embrace the entire scene intimately, deeply, totally…”
-Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire
“There are no other Everglades in the world. They are, they always have been, one of the unique regions of the earth, remote, never wholly known. Nothing anywhere else is like them; their vast glittering openness, wider than the enormous visible round of the horizon, the racing free saltness and sweetness of their massive winds, under the dazzling blue heights of space.”
-Marjory Stoneman Douglas, The Everglades: River of Grass, 1947
"Damn ye altogether: damn them for a pack of crafty rascals, and you, who serve them, for a parcel of hen-hearted numbskulls. They vilify us, the scoundrels do, when there is only this difference, they rob the poor under the cover of law, forsooth, and we plunder the rich under protection of our own courage; had you not better make one of us, than sneak after the asses of those villains for employment?"
-"Black Sam" Bellamy
“Louisiana in September was like an obscene phone call from nature. The air--moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh--felt as if it were being exhaled into one's face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing. Honeysuckle, swamp flowers, magnolia, and the mystery smell of the river scented the atmosphere, amplifying the intrusion of organic sleaze. It was aphrodisiac and repressive, soft and violent at the same time. In New Orleans, in the French Quarter, miles from the barking lungs of alligators, the air maintained this quality of breath, although here it acquired a tinge of metallic halitosis, due to fumes expelled by tourist buses, trucks delivering Dixie beer, and, on Decatur Street, a mass-transit motor coach named Desire.”
-Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume
“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.”
-Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
“Why does no one speak of the cultural advantages of the country? For example, is a well groomed, ecologically kept, sustainably fertile farm any less cultural, any less artful, than paintings of fat angels on church ceilings?”
― Gene Logsdon, Living at Nature's Pace: Farming and the American Dream
“When you know who you are; when your mission is clear, and you burn with the inner fire of unbreakable will; no cold can touch your heart; no deluge can dampen your purpose. You know that you are alive.”
- Chief Seattle, Duwamish
"Over the shadowy hills and windy peaks she [Artemis] draws her golden bow . . . The tops of the high mountains tremble and the tangled wood echoes awesomely with the outcry of beasts."
-Homeric Hymn 27 to Artemis (trans. Evelyn-White) (Greek epic C7th to 4th B.C.)
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do, than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
- H. Jackson Brown Jr., P.S. I Love You