The Post-Modern War
The post-modern war, fueled by outrage fueled by misinformation, the sides undeclared, the enemy elusive–suspected but unknown–masked by lies, the footing of familiar territory suddenly unsure when those with the power to fight choose stern words over arms convinced of the decency of men without God–that the human experience binds us as brothers–then watch with surprise as death multiplies and the strongholds of home shudder and crumble, the rest of the world lost in a dream, chasing the phantom of a disappearing plane and ignoring the realities of war. There is no spoon. Only today and only me and only life made beautiful through the lens of my camera. If man is ugly, I will photograph the birds.
This is not fiction.