IX. Frequency

IX. FrequencySerengeti National Park, Tanzania She stood in the middle of the herd and yet somehow apart from it, her face rising out of a blur of stripes that belonged to everyone and no one. The pattern is designed to confuse, to dissolve the individual into the crowd. It did not work this time.

There is a version of photography that is about control

the soft blue-purple of everything that has not yet been found by the sun

The moss-covered trees of Redwood National Park in April light looked less like a forest and more like something from a story you read as a child and never quite stopped believing in

It did not work this time

Not curiosity

He had the height advantage and used it

The first time up Kuwohi

the bush falls away into soft green shadow

The kind of place that keeps you present entirely without asking

Some days in the mountains are loud and dramatic and demand your attention

with no particular interest in who was watching

What the photograph cannot show is what came next