|Tidal Inlet (2011)|
“There was once a town in the heart of America where all life seemed to live in harmony with its surroundings… Then a strange blight crept over the area and everything began to change… There was a strange stillness… The few birds seen anywhere were moribund; they trembled violently and could not fly. It was a spring without voices. On the mornings that had once throbbed with the dawn chorus of scores of bird voices there was now no sound; only silence lay over the fields and woods and marsh.” Rachel Carson
It doesn’t take an expert to understand the fact that in our times, spaces of untouched wilderness are few and far between. All you have to do is look around. How hard is it to find a tree whose growth rings number in the hundreds, or a patch of grass that isn’t someone’s over-fertilized, pesticide-laden lawn? This truth is all the more clear to me, growing up in a coastal tidal basin and watching these changes take place.
|Wetlands, From Above (2011)|