In the words of Henry David Thoreau, ‘I have been anxious to improve the nick of time… to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line.’ In a very objective way, releasing the shutter for me is just that, to capture the present moment, and ‘toe its line’.
There’s this bumper sticker I keep seeing, “No Farms, No Food.” I guess that’s the basic nature of it. But beyond that, people tend to see neatly packaged food in the supermarket and forget where it came from.
Ecologists, rooted mostly in scientific disciplines are woefully ill-equipped to communicate their systemic ideas to the mechanically trained minds of Western Industrialized citizens. Support and initiation of this cultural shift must originate from the arts.
To live environmentally is not just to work toward conservation, but to be an observant, mindful participant in our complex global, social and natural ecosystems. In this issue of The Orris, we look at the environment as not only the natural world around us …
I am not a gardener. Before living in urban Massachusetts I grew up in New York City. The red clay that passed as soil in our yard was not only impossible to dig through; it was all but impermeable. Flowers and plants grew, but only with a lot of hard work and persistence.