“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience. They may be more likely to go to Heaven yet at the same time likelier to make a Hell of earth. This very kindness stings with intolerable insult. To be “cured” against one’s will and cured of states which we may not regard as disease is to be put on a level of those who have not yet reached the age of reason or those who never will; to be classed with infants, imbeciles, and domestic animals.”
— C.S. Lewis
“The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Late Afternoon on the Beach - Fakarava, 2014

Ancient Field - Palestinian Territories, 2013

Evening in the Woods Up North - Harbor Springs, 2013

South Pacific Sunset - Bora Bora, 2013

This is a classic South Pacific sky. Super dramatic clouds. Gorgeous.

Polynesian Horseshoes - Huahine, 2013

Outrigger Departure - Mo’orea, 2013

Outrigger Arrival - Mo’orea, 2013

Shepherd and Flock - Israel, 2013

“He was a gentle, good-natured fellow, and I was fond of him, but I never sympathized with this desire to shut himself up for the rest of his life in a little farm of his own. It’s the correct thing to say that a man needs no more than six feet of earth. But six feet is what a corpse needs, not a man. And they say, too, now, that if our intellectual classes are attracted to the land and yearn for a farm, it’s a good thing. But these farms are just the same as six feet of earth. To retreat from town, from the struggle, from the bustle of life, to retreat and bury oneself in one’s farm — it’s not life, it’s egoism, laziness, it’s monasticism of a sort, but monasticism without good works. A man does not need six feet of earth or a farm, but the whole globe, all nature, where he can have room to display all the qualities and peculiarities of his free spirit.”

Gooseberries by Anton Chekhov

I struggle with this. The Farm has an appeal.

“If science is exciting and art is exhilarating, the schools and universities have achieved the not inconsiderable feat of rendering both dull.”
— Walker Percy