The other morning, outside of my NYC office, I watched as dozens of starlings landed on a pile of dirty snow and began scavenging busily for food, bits of refuse people had left: cigarette butts, a pizza crust, candy wrappers. … Continue reading →

One day last summer I watched a little stream of filthy water trickle down the gutter. Toxic green in color, it was hideous and rank. But as I continued to gaze at it and watch the patterns and ripples as … Continue reading →