
An 88-acre tract of old growth forest south of Paoli, Indiana. This is the largest remaining old growth woodland in Indiana.




An 88-acre tract of old growth forest south of Paoli, Indiana. This is the largest remaining old growth woodland in Indiana.




Images from several older posts about Trona, Mt. Islip and the Cleveland National Forest disappeared awhile back. I’m in the process now of revising and re-uploading. First up, “Diamonds in the Rough,” a story I wrote for the LA Weekly back in 2004. Read it here.



More:
• Old Growth: Indiana Pioneer Mothers Memorial Forest – December 28, 2008
• Kelso Dunes, Mojave National Preserve (Part 1 of 3)
• Alaka’i Swamp, Kaua’i – July 27, 2008
• Light Pollution Series One: Artificial Night Lighting and Photosynthetic Organisms
• Garfield Park Conservatory, Chicago – December 21, 2008

My photographs from “Honest Work: Life on a Humboldt Cannabis Farm During Harvest Season” by Dave Reeves, are now available online in the December 2008 issue of Arthur Magazine. Read it online here. Download the complete issue as a PDF here.




More Into The Green:
• Kelso Dunes, Mojave National Preserve (Part 1 of 3)
• Alaka’i Swamp, Kaua’i – July 27, 2008
• Old Growth: Indiana Pioneer Mothers Memorial Forest – December 28, 2008
• Old Growth: Roan Mountain & Mt. Mitchell – September 14 & 16, 2008
• Light Pollution Series One: Artificial Night Lighting and Photosynthetic Organisms
• Garfield Park Conservatory, Chicago – December 21, 2008
• Rancho Mesa, Mojave Desert – October 12, 2008
• Tempe, AZ – November 15-17, 2008
• Glendale Narrows, Los Angeles River – October 14, 2008
• Glendale Narrows, Los Angeles River – October 3, 2008
• Red Hill & Salton City, Salton Sea – October 6-7, 2008
• Atwater Village, Los Angeles – September 23, 24 & 29, 2008
Arrived in Lihue, Kaua’i from LAX around 10pm. Rented my car and drove through light rain down the two-lane roads splitting Wailua, Kapa’a and other small towns down the middle. Air smells like wet floppy plants and dirt. This is my first trip to the tropics, so I think it smells like a swamp. Like the North American almost-tropics of the Everglades and the Atchafalaya bayous. I crank the defrosters and turn the local contemporary reggae station up for an irie version of The Cars’ “Drive.” Tuning around to a hippie New Age broadcast where a spaced-out lady DJ talks about all the bad vibes on the mainland, and how Kaua’i has to radiate more positivity or something. Then she plays some trance music so it’s over to another reggae station.