domination of landscape

gray Clovelly

place: Clovelly Beach, NSW, Australia

John Hopkins 06::November::2009 21:09 → permalink

finally figured out that the 331 bus (leaving from in front of the house) goes directly to Clovelly. it’s 25 minutes in traffic, but not bad. today wasn’t the best day for it, overcast, some sprinkles of rain, but got some nice images for the Domination of Landscape series. and I never did like to take shots on clear sunny days anyway. I’ll be back down here, sans camera, but with suit, fins, goggles for a good workout. apparently there is a 500-pound grouper that angs out near the mouth of the bay that can be petted! I honestly don’t want to encounter anything that big in open water. a wander over by the Waverly Cemetery reveals the new pathway built between the cemetery and the cliffs, expensive and dramatic!

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Lewis Lake

place: Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming

John Hopkins 15::June::2007 11:45 → permalink

Yellowstone. for the second day. struggling with the teenager and such. which distracts from and distorts the energy of place. interaction of place and person. the series of images continues domination of landscape which traces the very tangible interactions between human and land. in this case, 21st-century Amurika and the accumulated legacy of a pioneering land which is filling up. to be sure, there is the tribal essence of camping in a tent where nearby there is a very large and possibly very aggressive bull buffalo chewing its cud. and the thermal activities which do remind of the possibility that the planet could most probably simply throw off the species which has raped it in extremis and spend another few million years developing another species for potential evolution. but here we are now, the heart of the Western Frontier Spirit. Old Faithful. the semi-circle boardwalk with bench seats made from plastic 2×4 boards, those extruded from recycled polystyrene bottles courtesy of some corporation, surrounding the low and very trampled-looking tufa deposits. where the faithful, in their hundreds and perhaps thousands come on a semi-hourly basis to watch an endlessly variable repetitive event, marking a psychic continuation from those pioneering days to the present where the frontier is an unknown and fearsome — with Them bent on prising from Us everything that we’ve built up and enjoyed on the backs of Them over the last 100-some years.

that evolutionary struggle along with another one — the elegant mosquito which will still be around after this country is down-graded to a mere tropical storm from Cat-5 Imperial hurricane of the post-war era. though the moot question comes up, exactly which war am I referring to? and is a typhoon from the far east next?