March 4, 2011
Backpacking with a Book

Mt. Kanlaon: The Language of Its Faunas and Floras

Plants and animals are also a language, even in our reduced, domesticated English, where children grow like weeds or come out smelling like roses, the market made up of bulls and bears, politics of hawks and doves. Like cards, flora and fauna could be read again and again, not only alone but in combination, in the endlessly shifting combinations of a nature that tells its own stories and colors ours, a nature we are losing without knowing even the extent of that loss. —Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost   Parents want to grow their daughters like daisies: […]
March 1, 2011
Backpacking with a Book

Dumaguete: A City That Walks

Lost really has two disparate meanings. Losing things is about the familiar falling away, getting lost is about the unfamiliar appearing. There are objects and people who disappear from your sight or knowledge or possession; you lose a bracelet, a friend, the key. You still know where you are. Everything is familiar except there is one less item, one missing element. Or you get lost, in which the world has become larger than your knowledge of it. . . This is what the view looks like if you take a rear-facing seat on the train. Looking forward you constantly acquire […]
February 24, 2011

Voyeur

Now everyone is a traveler, painter, writer, photographer, poet. I want to be their voyeur and beyond.
February 22, 2011
Backpacking with a Book

Salman Rushdie| The Ground Beneath Her Feet

A photograph is a moral decision taken in one eight of a second, or one sixteenth, or one one-hundred-and-twenty eight. Snap your fingers; a snapshot’s faster. Halfway between voyeur and witness, high artist and low scum. —Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet