Atmospheres
I lived my early years in Oklahoma at the end of the terrible Dust Bowl storms. I recall that drought and dust-blasted landscape as more and more land is now being burned off and destroyed for sprawl.
During WWII my family lived beside Puget Sound in Washington State. Battleships moved silently up and down the horizon. The long, low blasts of ferry horns echoed across the water. Rain and gloom were frequent, but interspersed with gloriously sunny days when the light bounced off the water and reflected off clouds floating high in the sky.
I try to navigate between my disillusionment with humanity's destructiveness and my sense of wonder at the infinitely varied natural phenomena.
We live in the midst of fantastically beautiful and fleeting apparitions of the land and atmosphere which we hardly notice. We spend our lives among millions of unseen organisms, some of which observe us. Everything in nature is part of an infinite heartbeat and must not be allowed to vanish from our shared earthly home.
"Landscape is a work of the mind. Its scenery is built up as much from strata of memory as from layers of rock." Simon Shama
"We travel together on a little spaceship, dependent on its vulnerable reserves of air and soil, committed for our safety to its security and peace, preserved from annihilation only by the care, work, and I will say, the love we give our fragile craft." Adlai E. Stevenson
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