Sitting in a burlap blind at the edge of the vast Malheur marsh in SE Oregon, my camera on my lap, I knew I might have hours to wait before some creature appeared within range of my lens. I was new to wildlife photography, but I was aware that constant vigilance was a price the photographer must assume for success. Continue reading
The holiday season is upon us, that mathematically odd time of year when ads multiply, good friendships reap dividends, and politics remain as divisive as ever. My in box and mail box swell with promises of deals so good that if I only spend enough, I can surely become rich. Buy until you’re spent! No money down!
The sporting goods catalogs promote insulated jackets so well that the market for down is up. Which reminds me how our language (and corruptions of it) can bring us cheer well before happy hour. When I hear someone say, “I am going to lay down,” I immediately visualize that person ovipositing feathers. If those speakers realized what they were saying, I think they would be willing to lie a lot more readily.
Try to imagine this bird “laying down.”
Our language simply invites word play, and as a man, I manipulate it. Continue reading