The Narrative Image

"...And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,..." - Elizabeth Barrett Browning IN DARKNESS, at the east edge of Smith Lake, I pushed the canoe off the ice rimmed shoreline into the cold dark water and headed west. An icy whisper of wind stirred up a train of wavelets that gently splashed against the bow and retarded my progress, but the paddling kept me warm. In those moments of transition, as the sky lightened, and the trees began to murmur, I recalled the words from the creation myth that my particular culture endorses. "The earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep; and the Spirit of God was moving over the face of the waters. And God said, "Let there be light". I turned the canoe around and stopped paddling. I floated in the middle of the lake and watched the sunrise. I thought I could hear the earth turning. The wind scribbles patterns in the lake as if it...

"Earth's Crammed with Heaven." Showing at The Academy Theater Lobby during the month of July 7818 S.E. STARK ST. PORTLAND OR, 97215 See a movie for $4.00 and as a bonus, see scott's themed exhibition... This turns out to be pretty hard to do...to describe my photography exhibition theme. Most often it turns out long winded. So, in an effort to make it simple, I'm going to relate an experience that got me interested in photography in the first place. Hiding in the tall grass at the bank of a channel connecting two small lakes, a friend and I lay watching an industrious beaver tow a dressed log through the water to the foundation of its growing lodge. My friend was so close - she reached out mischievously and gently grabbed the log, and held it in place... and for an instant an increasingly irritated beaver engaged unknowingly in a brief tug of war before identifying the unlikely source of its frustration.  Becoming wise it scolded us by slappi...