A lovely evening for a walk. Cool and with just enough sun on the old willows along the Rennie's River.
Now it's perfect time to dive into this New Yorker story about the remarkable work of German photographer August Sander. Enjoy.
As always, no paywall and no special paid content, but should you feel so inclined, you can always buy me a coffee.
Some years ago, I made the photo above in a small island community in Indian Bay on the east coast of Newfoundland. The community did not technically exist. It was resettled long time ago and with the moratorium on cod fishery in 1992, it was always going to be a
Long days on the road. This month, I poked my nose into nooks and crannies of Newfoundland's Burin Peninsula. The Boot (the peninsula is shaped like a boot) used to be an industrial powerhouse. Today, that industrial capacity is still there from a fluorspar mine to deep sea
Some time ago, I wrote a story for The Walrus magazine about the way we visually tell the stories of climate change (I prefer an earlier version of that story that's on my website). These past few weeks, the climate change stories have been out there and visually
Photography is overwhelmingly an urban affair. I mean, how could it not be. Its invention is inextricably linked to the industrial revolution, colonial and imperial conquest and the rise of the cities. Bodies of work focused on the rural, especially the rural that is not made into an exotic other,
