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Mapping for the masses : Nature Commentary: Mapping disaster zones
Google Earth software proved effective during relief efforts in New Orleans and Pakistan, say Illah Nourbakhsh and colleagues. Is there more to be gained than lost from opening up disaster operations to the wider public?
This was my first time exhibiting in the Boskone art show. Many people had nice things to say about my work, and at least three expressed the desire to buy prints at a lower price point than what I had in the show. And I promised to post information about how to buy my prints via my ImageKind.com store.
The photo, "Peter at the Sand Table," which was my most popular piece is HERE. And the journal collages, which people also liked a lot, are HERE. I showed only two, but I have six on ImageKind.
As seen this afternoon in the kiddie pool in my Westport, NY driveway. Flower the tortoise had had enough of the wild map turtle's exploitive attentions. He only wanted to stand on her back to advance his ambitions! So she flew through the air to put some distance between them. (This is all true.)
A few weeks ago, I thought I'd lost most of the The New York Review of Science Fiction back-issue files because I couldn't fine them on my hard drive. Turns out they were on a different computer in the house. I've been copying them to my computer, so I know where to find them. Looking through the files, I've found some marvelous photos.
Here us the original 1988 NYRSF staff, minus David Hartwell, who took the photo, and contributing editor Samuel R. Delany, in whose apartment we met weekly until Chip got a good academic gig out of town.
I was trying to take a photo of a cuban tree frog that Peter had found by the pool in Orlando. The frog jumped on the camera and from there, onto my head, where it entangled itself in my hair. Eventually it occurred to me to hand the camera to Peter, who snapped this picture.