Tom lives to photograph. I’m nothing if I can’t untangle lives that went before us. I think for us both, Dead Horse Beach is a portrait of brutal carelessness, giving up its ghosts with each low tide. That it draws so many to it–Tom and me, for instance–in wonder of its past and what it teaches us today is a reason to celebrate all the ugliness strewn across the sand.
This morning I want to celebrate a glorious I Can’t Believe He Did It, namely the artist Kehinde Wiley’s sculpture, “Rumors of War.”