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“Yet I also appreciate that we cannot win this battle to save species and environments without forging an emotional bond between ourselves and nature as well—for we will not fight to save what we do not love, but only appreciate in some abstract sense… We really must make room for nature in our hearts” – Stephen Jay Gould
images and words
nature (and not only)
through the
ecocentric "other eyes"
of sarah gregg
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A collection of past and present images from my camera sensor to you (I’m still working on the future).
Project 1522
One image a day of whatever passes before my eyes and my lens.
“Humanity today is like a waking dreamer, caught between the fantasies of sleep and the chaos of the real world. The mind seeks but cannot find the precise place and hour. We have created a Star Wars civilization, with Stone Age emotions, medieval institutions, and godlike technology. We thrash about. We are terribly confused by the mere fact of our existence, and a danger to ourselves and to the rest of life” –
My latest posts...
Winter days, short but slow
08/02/2025
I am not fond of winter, though I appreciate the solitude, unique light, clean outlines, hot soups, and warm fires. But I dislike the cold, too many clothes and above all the melancholy it brings. I eagerly seek the first signs of spring, those early flowers that give me hope of the sun’s return.
Project 1522
31/12/2024
One thousand, five hundred and twenty two. That’s how many images stretch between 1 November 2020, the first day of “Project 1522” and 31 December 2024 when I captioned my last photo simply: The End. It has been a journey, both photographic and through life. A journey much longer than I had ever intended, one day, one image, some good, some bad, most mediocre, but each and every one accompanied by a memory over 1522 days in which both I and my life have changed more than once.
Rainy days are here to stay
15/05/2023
Walking in the rain, jumping across puddles, squelching through mud. This May is not what you would expect from the normally arid foothills of the Velino massif in Abruzzo.
“A maverick may go his own way but he doesn’t think that it’s the only way or ever claim that it’s the best one, except maybe for himself. And don’t imagine that this raggle-taggle gypsy is claiming to be free. It’s just that some of the necessities to which I am a slave are different from yours”, Orson Welles
