The Middle Road
Photography mediates my stride. Hiking on vacation last week, I struggled to strike a balance between my speed-demon daughter, and slower-but-steady mother. I remember being my kid’s age, discovering a capacity to clock miles at a steady, accelerated clip, riding a mild adrenaline high that was difficult to moderate. She doesn’t like to slow down either.
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The Middle Road
One year ago this week, I wrote my first installment in this series about Birkenhead Park, one of the earliest public parks in modern history. Starting next week, I will pivot to writing about notable events of 2018, in the hopes of demonstrating that history and progress are not merely relics of the past, but are being made every day.
Described by writer Wallace Stegner as “the best idea we ever had,” the National Park system has long defined Americans’ relationship to our natural environment and landmarks. Two of the most iconic parks, the Grand Canyon and Grand Teton, were established ten years apart on February 26 1919 and 1929, respectively.
This hurricane season, warmer seas and weaker wind shear have exacerbated activity in the Atlantic, and, as a result, put a fine point on our collective visualization of vulnerability. But what makes us vulnerable? Why some more than others? What does vulnerability even mean?Read More
The sole bright spot in all of the harrowing devastation seen from Oaxaca to Texas to the Caribbean is the shining demonstration of neighborliness. Stories of neighbors checking in on one another, looking out for the elderly woman down the hall, or the young family down the street. In resilience planning, this is evidence of social cohesion and considered a vital component to preparing for climate change impacts, among other threats. But what does social cohesion even mean?Read More
Destruction. The video at the Mt. Saint Helens visitor center kept using this word in conjunction with the 1980 eruption. It didn’t seem right. Rather, it imposed a decidedly human perspective on a inherently geologic event. “Reordered" would be more accurate.
Considering My Place
The light got weird. Like some sort of cosmic score, a solar eclipse “at totality" transcends words. Yet for me, the bizarre, light-dark quality of illumination before and after the two-minute period of full coverage almost overshadowed the main event. Afterward, I found my motivation to do just about anything else zapped. Thrust in the stark presence of that much greater than myself, I’m forced to acknowledge my inconsequentiality.