Shaggy Dog

The situation was intolerable.

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Worse than when I rushed off to go hiking in Montenegro after ignoring the matter for weeks. The sweat and friction from my wide hat magnified the nuisance until I used the tiny scissors from my first aid kit as a palliative. When I finally got to a barber in Podgorica, he commented about the quick and dirty chops around the ears, and I shrugged sheepishly. We do what we must!

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As for the results? I didn't think much of style in boot camp, and fourteen years hasn't improved it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Back Online

Welcome to version 3 of my website! Websites have finally, finally gotten the layout tools I've desired for years.† I wrote a custom theme for a new Ghost backend to use them here. I'm also able to present my photographs in high quality, with scaling resolution (up to 8k!) and P3 color gamut. Click any photo to see it alone in a lightbox.

I ported most of the blog posts from version 2. The exhibitions and slideshow-style posts will require even more custom code, so they are postponed for now.

†A technical overview of web layout history, and why CSS grid is so welcome for two dimensional layout: Floats, Flexbox, Grid? The progression of CSS layouts

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On the Watchtower

What better place for me to watch the many admirers from?

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Lundy Aspen

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Chisos Mountains, Winter

“‘O where are you going?’ said reader to rider,
‘That valley is fatal when furnaces burn.
Yonder’s the midden whose odors will madden,
That gap is the grave where the tall return.’

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‘O do you imagine,’ said fearer to farer,
‘That dusk will delay on your path to the pass?
Your diligent looking discover the lacking,
Your footsteps feel from granite to grass?’

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‘O what was that bird?’ said horror to hearer,
‘Did you see that shape in the twisted trees?
Behind you swiftly the figure comes softly,
The spot on your skin is a shocking disease.’

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‘Out of this house,’ said rider to reader,
‘Yours never will,’ said farer to fearer,
‘They’re looking for you,’ said hearer to horror,
As he left them there, as he left them there.”
—W. H. Auden

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Rainbow Lorikeets

I’d always thought the colorful plumage was purely ornamental, but in these blackbean trees it doubles as camouflage.

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Kotor Noir

The old city of Kotor, Montenegro, on a November night. After hours, and after tourist season. There was nobody else walking the streets, and no businesses open. Like exploring a movie set after the shooting has been completed–there were scripts, stories, characters here. What? Who? Why?

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November in Muir Woods

Winter’s brush only crimps the color palette in the redwood grove.

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Blue, White, Black: Surrealism on Mauna Loa

Camping overnight at the trailhead did not sufficiently acclimate me for this hike’s altitude, so my progress is slow and patient. Much of the trail follows the hardened pahoehoe lava flows gently upwards, its surface as smooth as a paved nature walk. The lava is everywhere, and everywhere is lava. Only snow and the gasping thin sky overhead break its flows.

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Four kilometers up and the remaining winter snow, which started as occasional patches, is forming large drifts. I haven’t seen a plant or animal all day.

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At the summit crater, the mountain expands away, level in all directions. The dried surface is only as old as I am. It resembles an abandoned parking lot in a forsaken city: roughly textured, glimmering black, carelessly crumpled and folded. Underfoot it crunches like crusted snow.

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No other hikers are staying at the summit cabin. I am alone in this wasteland palace in the clouds.

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Color on Glass and Metal

I have gotten comments* with a common theme: “John, these pictures are great, but sometimes I can still tell what they’re of. You should kick up the abstraction levels until I have no idea what I’m looking at.” Wandering around Brussels at night, with its quantities of colored lighting and reflective surfaces sufficient to make a nineties computer game blush, I found the perfect place to satisfy this request.

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*not really

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