Theme Essay by Cynthia Staples
I sought the peace of silence, but I couldn’t submerge the storyteller forever.
I sought the peace of silence, but I couldn’t submerge the storyteller forever.
My photographs just occasionally turned around and bit me on the bum.
Bali didn’t seem real to me until I began writing about it.
In summer, the Vineyard of those who live and work here year-round is barely visible to the untrained eye.
If I make claim to anything, it’s to being both a poet and a photographer of place.
In unscripted documentaries, like ours, directors enter environments over which they have no control.