But while we are confined to books, though the most select and classic, and read only particular written languages, which are themselves but dialects and provincial, we are in danger of forgetting the language which all things and events speak without metaphor, which alone is copious and standard. Much is published, but little printed. [...] No method nor discipline can supersede the necessity of being forever on the alert. What is a course of history, or philosophy, or poetry, no matter how well selected, or the best society, or the most admirable routine of life, compared with the discipline of looking always at what is to be seen?
- —Henry David Thoreau, Walden
Thank you for this quote...this morning I felt with a feeling of photography's inadequacy towards the issues of the earth, now I am re-establishing my faith in photography as a grand art medium.
Posted by: Luca Baldassarre | Friday, 04 January 2008 at 01:24 AM
Ah yes, but the seeing comes with an associated problem; the interpretation of what's seen - and that's where the problems start.
Posted by: Nick | Friday, 04 January 2008 at 01:55 AM
"When the thunder rolls, April and I sit on the screen porch and smell the ozone, watch gusting winds reveal the underside of leaves, watch lightning freeze innumerable fat raindrops in their course downward."
-Bill Emory [from 'Sun Dog']
Posted by: Julie Heyward | Friday, 04 January 2008 at 05:36 AM
Without metaphor? I'm not so sure.
Posted by: The Worst of Perth | Friday, 04 January 2008 at 06:43 AM
Emerson wrote that he couldn't experience solitude while reading or writing. He had to get out and see Nature for himself.
What would Emerson and Thoreau think of our electronic "entertainment"?
Posted by: Dwight | Friday, 04 January 2008 at 08:12 AM
Sunday sermon being delivered early?
Posted by: Claire Senft | Friday, 04 January 2008 at 08:58 AM
Many men eat but Fu Manchu.
Posted by: Ken Tanaka | Friday, 04 January 2008 at 11:35 AM
If a man walk in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer; but if he spends his whole day as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making earth bald before her time, he is esteemed an industious and enterprising citizen.
—HDT, Life Without Principle
Posted by: Simon Griffee | Friday, 04 January 2008 at 07:11 PM
Perhaps, Simon he was retired, just out for a walk. Most of the lumber industry in Oregon is gone now. Hundreds of people out of work, mills shut down, massive unemployment, all for the sake of a small bird that few saw. A hand full of what we call "tree huggers" destroyed many lives. They lost their jobs, lost their homes, lost everything. There was very little "clear cutting" in these areas for many years, it was bad business. The clear cutting that was done was replanted 30 years ago and is getting ready for harvest in 10 or so years. But now, because the mills are shut down, what lumber is cut is sent to off to shore Japanese floating lumber mills and we get it back as 2x4s and plywood sheets. I don't know who HDT is but a lumberjack is not a man with out principle, just a man with out a job. E
Posted by: Ernest Theisen | Saturday, 05 January 2008 at 01:14 AM
HDT is Henry David Thoreau—I should have just spelled out the name. Life Without Principle was first published in 1863. It's not about the lumber industry. You can read it in its entirety here:
http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Life_Without_Principle
Posted by: Simon Griffee | Saturday, 05 January 2008 at 04:01 AM