The Waiting celery farm and countless other tribes that

and countless other tribes that had shared these plains

this collection celebrates the diverse tapestry of life and the profound connections between all living beings

the only sound was the steady rush of wind over feathers and the low call it gave now and then

sleeping lightly

bringing together luminous black-and-white images and intimate

The Waiting celery farm and countless other tribes thatTHE WAITING The Turkey Vultures perched waiting for what the sea would bring. I watched as they circled and landed on bare branches high above the western front. The wind came first. It carried the smell of salt and the promise of decay. The birds did not stir at first. They held themselves with patience, hunched and hollow backed, as if carved into the branches rather than resting upon them. But they had a purpose. They were not watching the sea for