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About Untamed Photographer. Top Story - September 2021.
I am Mark Wilkins, co-founder of Untamed Photographer with my daughter Amy Peters. I want to tell you what makes Untamed Photographer special and why founding Untamed Photographer is so important to me and the future of our environment.
By Untamed Photographer4 years ago in Earth
The Glowing Pear
THE GLOWING PEAR “I can’t wait for tomorrow”, a young boy named Robert said. “Shhhhh. Go to bed or you won’t have much energy left to move in the morning.”, His sister Jane replied. “Ok. Ok.”, he replied and closed his eyes. Robert was so excited because he was going to go on his first camping trip with his family. He had read many books about nature and had never seen the outdoors. Last year, he was signed up to play baseball by his parents and he didn’t like it. Robert wasn’t really much into athletics and didn’t make any effort trying to learn how to play the sport. His mother wanted him to be just like his older sister. She was the perfect child: a straight A student, volleyball champion, graduate with honors and now college bound. This was going to be her last year with them before she would go off to dorm at the university, so their father decided to take them on a family vacation for a few weeks. Robert drifted off to sleep with a big smile on his face.
By Daniel Solis4 years ago in Earth
My Father and His Bradford Pear Tree
To call my dad stubborn would be insufficient. He wasn’t merely stubborn, he was intractable. When he set his mind to something it was a guarantee that he would not budge from that position. He was, in many ways, quite different from the tree that he spent so much of his time defending. The legendary Bradford Pear tree is notoriously sensitive to the elements. It’s branches fall in the weakest of breeze, most are born barren and when they do bear fruit it’s rarely on any kind of expectation.
By Sean Patrick4 years ago in Earth
Should we stop flying to help save the environment?
Note: Before offering my argument, this piece has a backstory. In August 2021, I submitted a job application to an online education company. Part of the application required that I write a short, persuasive essay about a topic of my choosing. The idea was that with this essay in hand, the company would be able to determine my ability to advance debate topics in the form of writing.
By Hans Pohai Müller4 years ago in Earth
Yasha sat by my grandmother's pear tree and thought deeply about the world and people's struggles.
Yasha had spent his whole life on my family's farm. I had raised him here. He knew of nothing else and only could guess what a city was from the stories I would tell him. Yasha worked hard. He helped me in the fields all he could, but he would often get distracted, wandering off chasing some butterfly or the call of a little bird from the woods. But Yasha never wandered too far. He always skipped right back after he noticed that he’d left me working by myself. He was my little tail and would almost never leave my side. While I walked, he would follow just a step behind, and sometimes if he wasn’t paying attention, he would gently poke me with his horns. Every time I let out a little yelp, but every time I would feel guilty for verbalising this pain as an overly apologetic expression would glisten in his eyes for the rest of the day. Yasha had the most beautiful eyes. They weren’t a brilliant blue or a deep golden hazel, they were black. But his eyes weren’t just black, this black talked even if he couldn’t. It would sparkle a little brighter when I told him an interesting story. Yasha’s eyes were more human than my own. They were his character.
By Greg Dolgopolov4 years ago in Earth
Ooey Gooey, Goozing Oozing Spider
Ooey Gooey, Goozing Oozing Spider Through a crack in my window screen, tonight a spider comes to me. Sporting pink hair and slipping out of closet doors, this spider is undoubtedly part of the queer community; I will only refer to them using they/them pronouns until further investigation.
By Sone Kramer4 years ago in Earth
Eulogy for my grandfather
Eulogy for my grandfather I want to tell you about something that happened a couple weeks ago. I meditated in a creek for a few hours, standing completely still. I reached the point where I felt like I was the creek—I was the piece of driftwood, the water, the fireflies, and the trees.
By Sone Kramer4 years ago in Earth
