A camera lucida is an optical device used as a drawing aid by artists. The camera lucida performs an optical superimposition of the subject being viewed upon the surface upon which the artist is drawing. The artist sees both scene and drawing surface simultaneously, as in a photographic double exposure. This allows the artist to duplicate key points of the scene on the drawing surface, thus aiding in the accurate rendering of perspective. . . . [producing] an inverted image which is right-left reversed when turned the right way up

An occasional “column,” camera lucida[e] will be the “light chamber” of my wanderings.

The chorus of this song keeps popping into my head. Given the recent release of the biodiversity report, (see also report) this song, recorded over 10 years ago, seems very apropos:

I went to the country to escape the noise and lights
And I laid there in the pine cones all night
I woke in the morning when all the trees were gone
I got this sinking feeling, everything felt wrong
Strip malls and dollar stores and diesel in the air
I slept in a rowboat
And I anchored far from shore
Now I don’t hear them chain saws no more
I woke in the morning
When someone pulled the plug
I was stranded in the lake bottom sludge
With all the tires, paint cans and things
Every little critter, feather, fur and fin
Cried to mother nature to come back for them
For every piece of litter, for every little sin
She cried for all of them, feather, fur and fin
I went to an island down the Caribbean way
And I laid there in the sand all day
I turned on a radio and I heard the DJ say
Baton down the hatches down Santa Elena way
I swam the ocean reef but the coral all was grey
Every little critter, feather, fur and fin
Cried for mother nature to come back for them
For every piece of litter, for every little sin
She cried for all of them, feather, fur and fin
She saw the eagle’s eye weeping in the willow
She prayed to the mantis and she cried into her pillow
For the salmon in the Fraser and the salamander’s kin
She cried for all of them, feather, fur and fin
I went to the city when all the trees were gone
And I lay there on her asphalt lawn
She cried out a thousand days of hurricanes and floods
Her face ran with tears, and the streets ran with blood
Fur coats and sushi boats and diesel in the air
Every little critter, feather, fur and fin
Cried for mother nature to come back for them
For every piece of litter, for every little sin
She cried for all of them, feather, fur and fin
Feather, fur and fin, she cried for all of them
She cried for every fin
.

Danny Michel, 2008

image: Mother Nature by Karl Bang