Featured Exhibit

I lived in Tokyo 2011-2014, and walked this intersection at last once a week as it was very close to my office. "Shibuya Crossing" -- the world's busiest pedestrian crossing in the world. At rush hours, at every signal change, 3,000 people cross the street like a well choreographed movement. It is a sort of dance, a procession, and certainly in Tokyo it is  a routine. Standing on the curb waiting for the next signal turn. there is quietude even though cars and buses are zipping by and overhead are the filled tracks of Shibuya rail station (the third busiest rail in the world). Through it all, however, what permeates is the ever-present soft, polite voices -- whispers -- of the Japanese culture... 

I could never have imagined the notion of a 'whisper' emerging so beautifully from one of the most thunderous places I have witnessed.. Here, in the dark, cavernous caves, every minute 1 million liters of icy water from the Eiger, Junfrau, & Mönch glaciers above channels its way through black silken rock. As I stand to shoot, my fingers are cold and my Gore-tex jacket covered in water spray. The roar is so loud, the spray is both heavy and fine, the hissing of the water is constant. Yet here there is a tranquility as I listen and observe Nature's amazing melodious 'whisper'...

As the morning lifts the veil of the pre-dawn dark skies, Mother Nature is 'whispering' with her ribbons of soft, muted colors. Her veil is equally mystical, magical, and powerful as the massive temple complex I explore. There is a solitude and sense of harmony within, though adjacent to here the morning streets begin their buzz of scooters, trucks, cars, livestock and people.
All together, there is indeed a powerful force here...

It is peaceful with "whispers" in a most profound way. The isolation so far away in the vast open icy waters of the roughest ocean in the world exude a serenity. Yet, this is amidst the crashing sounds of massive 30 foot waves and the howling 40-50 knot winds, Our icebreaker ship travels at 15 knots for 600 nautical miles -- from Ushuaia to Antarctica, and back again on the same route -- thrashing and bobbing quite violently and very thunderously for 40 hours each way.
This is, The Drake...

Our son (Kian) is 5 years old on his first immersive international trip. As we enter Piazza San Marco, it is a bustling busy day in central Venice with its vibrant mix of locals and visitors -- and, the famous hundreds and hundreds of pigeons. The plaza was crackling with lots of noises, arguably too noisy against the beautiful surrounding structures and 16th century history of St. Marks Basilica and Procuratie Vecchie. My eye goes Kian laughing and chasing pigeons, and I see some neon lights in the background. In this moment, the noise disappears and I see 'whispers'...