Letter to the Editor
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Longtime OWAA member Spencer Turner of Columbia, Missouri, died of pancreatic cancer Aug. 26. He was 76.
Welcome to Kim Dinan, Debbie Hanson, Ryan Hughes, Jim Mosher, Charlotte Orr, John Pickles, Mike Rice, Lynn Starnes and Mary Terra-Berns.
Lake Superior is the largest freshwater lake in the world by surface area and the third largest by volume. It could hold all the water from the other Great Lakes, plus three more Lake Eries.
It was supposed to be for the common man. That’s what Thomas Jefferson thought when he forged the deal that made the 800,000 square miles of Louisiana Territory the property of the United States. “The earth is given as a common stock for man to labor and live on,” he wrote to James Madison in 1785. “The small landowners are the most precious part of a state.”
From her perch on the small island, Colleen Miniuk-Sperry saw the glint of a silver boat. While her heart swelled with relief, physically she crumbled. The adrenaline that had gotten her here — safe, though stuck on a small piece of land outside the Forgotten Canyon — had been replaced by such deep-seated exhaustion, she began to sob.
On a recent episode of National Public Radio’s Radiolab, Anne Fernald, a psychology professor at Stanford, described sound as touch at a distance. You hear it because vibrations from sound waves hit the tiny hair cells in your inner ear, and you feel it, or feel something, when you really listen.
A photography enthusiast since grade school, I’ve taken classes, attended workshops and picked the brains of countless photographers as I’ve worked to improve my technical skills through the years. Yet Ann and Rob Simpson still managed to teach me a few new things during their pre-conference photography workshop in July in Billings, Montana. Here are the new lessons I took away from the workshop.
Joan Miró once said, “You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of it all your life.”
Once upon a time, the personal essay was a staple of periodical literature, but even in just my lifetime that has changed.