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Finnish photographer Pentti Sammallahti depicts nature, eroded and broken down by civilization, but does not put man and the environment in opposite camps. He sees an equal relations...

In 2015 I visited many ancient olive groves in Italy. The Province of Lecce is known for having the oldest trees. The groves, only accessible by stone paths or mule tracks, give a se...

In 2015 I visited many ancient olive groves in Italy. The Province of Lecce is known for having the oldest trees. The groves, only accessible by stone paths or mule tracks, give a se...

In 2015 I visited many ancient olive groves in Italy. The Province of Lecce is known for having the oldest trees. The groves, only accessible by stone paths or mule tracks, give a se...

In 2015 I visited many ancient olive groves in Italy. The Province of Lecce is known for having the oldest trees. The groves, only accessible by stone paths or mule tracks, give a se...

In 2015 I visited many ancient olive groves in Italy. The Province of Lecce is known for having the oldest trees. The groves, only accessible by stone paths or mule tracks, give a se...

In 2015 I visited many ancient olive groves in Italy. The Province of Lecce is known for having the oldest trees. The groves, only accessible by stone paths or mule tracks, give a se...

In 2015 I visited many ancient olive groves in Italy. The Province of Lecce is known for having the oldest trees. The groves, only accessible by stone paths or mule tracks, give a se...

In 2015 I visited many ancient olive groves in Italy. The Province of Lecce is known for having the oldest trees. The groves, only accessible by stone paths or mule tracks, give a se...

In 2015 I visited many ancient olive groves in Italy. The Province of Lecce is known for having the oldest trees. The groves, only accessible by stone paths or mule tracks, give a se...

In 2015 I visited many ancient olive groves in Italy. The Province of Lecce is known for having the oldest trees. The groves, only accessible by stone paths or mule tracks, give a se...

In 2015 I visited many ancient olive groves in Italy. The Province of Lecce is known for having the oldest trees. The groves, only accessible by stone paths or mule tracks, give a se...

In 2015 I visited many ancient olive groves in Italy. The Province of Lecce is known for having the oldest trees. The groves, only accessible by stone paths or mule tracks, give a sense of the past. Here the landscape speaks in the language of origins: remnants of a crumbling stone wall suggest absence while the landscape beyond can be seen through holes of a hollowed trunk...

In 2015 I visited many ancient olive groves in Italy. The Province of Lecce is known for having the oldest trees. The groves, only accessible by stone paths or mule tracks, give a se...

Michael Kenna is master of contemporary photography. Known for clean compositions, long exposures and minimalist aesthetics, Kenna’s signature style remains highly influential among ...

In 2015 I visited many ancient olive groves in Italy. The Province of Lecce is known for having the oldest trees. The groves, only accessible by stone paths or mule tracks, give a se...

Untitled painting by Jim Alford, gradient, mauve, sage, white, black abstract

Los Alamos Hills monotype by John Hogan, landscape cliffs, greens, yellow white John Hogan A graduate of Northeast Louisiana State University with a bachel...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, that is accompanied by the acidic aroma of conifers. Occasionally, a sweet waft will come to you from some unknown source, and the peat-softened ground muffles a sound, leaving one with a sense of quiet and calm. The green pallet soothes the eyes. You touch a tree that has fallen decades ago, perhaps a giant Sitka four feet in diameter, and it stains your hand. Soot, lichens, fungus, and a variety of microscopic detritivores have left their mark. You catch a glimpse of a rodent that is living in the hulk. A small snake...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, th...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, that is accompanied by the acidic aroma of conifers. Occasionally, a sweet waft will come to you from some unknown source, and the peat-softened ground muffles a sound, leaving one with a sense of quiet and calm. The green pallet soothes the eyes. You touch a tree that has fallen decades ago, perhaps a giant Sitka four feet in diameter, and it stains your hand. Soot, lichens, fungus, and a variety of microscopic detritivores have left their mark. You catch a glimpse of a rodent that is living in the hulk. A small snake...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, th...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, that is accompanied by the acidic aroma of conifers. Occasionally, a sweet waft will come to you from some unknown source, and the peat-softened ground muffles a sound, leaving one with a sense of quiet and calm. The green pallet soothes the eyes. You touch a tree that has fallen decades ago, perhaps a giant Sitka four feet in diameter, and it stains your hand. Soot, lichens, fungus, and a variety of microscopic detritivores have left their mark. You catch a glimpse of a rodent that is living in the hulk. A small snake...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, th...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, th...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, th...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, th...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, th...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, that is accompanied by the acidic aroma of conifers. Occasionally, a sweet waft will come to you from some unknown source, and the peat-softened ground muffles a sound, leaving one with a sense of quiet and calm. The green pallet soothes the eyes. You touch a tree that has fallen decades ago, perhaps a giant Sitka four feet in diameter, and it stains your hand. Soot, lichens, fungus, and a variety of microscopic detritivores have left their mark. You catch a glimpse of a rodent that is living in the hulk. A small snake...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, th...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, th...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, th...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, th...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, th...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, th...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, th...

Basket, Wounaan Tribe Panama Darien Rainforest, gold, black, red, white

Current, abstract painting by Glenn Green, red, black, blue, yellow on canvas

I have spent seven years photographing visual clues that tell of the beauty, complexity and destruction of South Louisiana. Once formed by sediment deposited by the Mississippi River...

I have spent seven years photographing visual clues that tell of the beauty, complexity and destruction of South Louisiana. Once formed by sediment deposited by the Mississippi River...

I have spent seven years photographing visual clues that tell of the beauty, complexity and destruction of South Louisiana. Once formed by sediment deposited by the Mississippi River...

I have spent seven years photographing visual clues that tell of the beauty, complexity and destruction of South Louisiana. Once formed by sediment deposited by the Mississippi River...

I have spent seven years photographing visual clues that tell of the beauty, complexity and destruction of South Louisiana. Once formed by sediment deposited by the Mississippi River...

I have spent seven years photographing visual clues that tell of the beauty, complexity and destruction of South Louisiana. Once formed by sediment deposited by the Mississippi River...

I have spent seven years photographing visual clues that tell of the beauty, complexity and destruction of South Louisiana. Once formed by sediment deposited by the Mississippi River...

I have spent seven years photographing visual clues that tell of the beauty, complexity and destruction of South Louisiana. Once formed by sediment deposited by the Mississippi River...

I have spent seven years photographing visual clues that tell of the beauty, complexity and destruction of South Louisiana. Once formed by sediment deposited by the Mississippi River...

I have spent seven years photographing visual clues that tell of the beauty, complexity and destruction of South Louisiana. Once formed by sediment deposited by the Mississippi River...

A Duck In Bohemia, limited edition photograph, archival ink, signed and numbered I have spent seven years photographing visual clues that tell of the beauty, complexity and destruct...

I have spent seven years photographing visual clues that tell of the beauty, complexity and destruction of South Louisiana. Once formed by sediment deposited by the Mississippi River...

I have spent seven years photographing visual clues that tell of the beauty, complexity and destruction of South Louisiana. Once formed by sediment deposited by the Mississippi River...

Cameron Parish, limited edition photograph, archival ink, signed and numbered I have spent seven years photographing visual clues that tell of the beauty, complexity and destructio...

I have spent seven years photographing visual clues that tell of the beauty, complexity and destruction of South Louisiana. Once formed by sediment deposited by the Mississippi River...

I have spent seven years photographing visual clues that tell of the beauty, complexity and destruction of South Louisiana. Once formed by sediment deposited by the Mississippi River...

I have spent seven years photographing visual clues that tell of the beauty, complexity and destruction of South Louisiana. Once formed by sediment deposited by the Mississippi River...

I present unspoken stories which illustrate fleeting moments in time and which are intended to evoke a mood in the viewer. These mythical illustrations might address the fragility of...

Morning On The Grand Canal, limited edition photograph, archival, signed and numbered I present unspoken stories that illustrate fleeting moments in time and which are intended to e...

Further to Fly is a series of Wet Plate Collodion Photograms that continues in my practice of using drawings on mylar layered with light-sensitive materials in the darkroom to create...

Further to Fly is a series of Wet Plate Collodion Photograms that continues in my practice of using drawings on mylar layered with light-sensitive materials in the darkroom to create...

Further to Fly is a series of Wet Plate Collodion Photograms that continues in my practice of using drawings on mylar layered with light-sensitive materials in the darkroom to create...