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Everyone was long asleep, and I was late into my shift, steering the ship east. We were 2 weeks out from Tanzania, heading to the Seychelles. The night was very clear. Compared to the normal infinite jeweled darkness of the night sky at sea, the full moon was as bright as a white sun, so bright that I was reading by it. The Odyssey, I think. Every wave was capped in light as far as I could see. Imagine my emotion when suddenly they all turned red.
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<br> In shock I looked up into the sky and saw a blood red moon. We had been at sea for 2 weeks, without a radio, so I hadn't heard anything about an eclipse. In fact, for a very long moment as the sea turned red, I didn't understand what was happening. As a primal man I experienced this reversal of the expected: with complete wonder, and with fear. It was a profound moment.

The new Mohammed Al-Amine Mosque, Beirut, Lebanon, March 2006

High in the French Alps, Summer 2005

Mezel, Provence, Summer 2005

Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City, Spring 2005

Spring, 2005

Detail from the painted wooden ceiling of an old Synagogue from Venice, Italy. 16th century.

Stunning cloud formation towers over Pecos, New Mexico.

On a wild beach, SE Alaska, Midsummer Midnight

Spring 2003

The complete inscription. The clean appearance of the carving is due to repeated scrubbings over the years. When it was first seen in recent times, there was a thick growth of lichen and moss over the inscription. The camera here is held at an approximately 50 degree angle to the ground. Over time, the huge stone has shifted down the hillside, and it now sits askew.

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