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Created: Feb 21, 2008
Updated: Nov 27, 2009
Membership: Member Referral
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Darroch Greer
Darroch
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I am a documentary filmmaker, historical researcher, and writer. Most of my work has centered in 19th century American history, but I am increasingly interested in global issues dealing with the environment and social justice. I am most interested in the myriad connections of people and things not readily apparent.
After my latest trip to Maldives and UAE, I am anxious to return to Asia. I also just returned from a week of backpacking in the Sierra and look forward to seeing more mountains overseas. Thanks to Paul Hawken for his book BLESSED UNREST.
One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space. Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life. My companion and I were alone with the stars: the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon. It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century, this little headland would be thronged with spectators. But it can be see many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night, perhaps they never will.
(Rachel Carson)