I wasn't allowed to watch much TV growing up. My sister and I each got to choose one hour per week. Mine was MacGuyver. To fill the other idle indoor childhood hours, my folks had the notion to surround me with a particular yellow magazine: National Geographic. Hundreds of issues, harvested from the local thrift stores, lined our shelves floor to ceiling. They dated back decades. I arranged them chronologically and knew the precise location of my favorites -- remember the holographic covers? Spread out on the carpeted living-room floor I would float for hours on a sea of chrome. I was there, in my mind, so very far away.
Many of my dreams and passions are a direct result of those individual photographers, writers, and editors who showed me Earth as they witnessed it. It is on this compass heading in which you find me.
- PCB
We are the witnesses through which the universe becomes conscious of its' glory .
- Alan Watts