Gather in our darkening courtyard with poet-naturalist Charles Hood to hear about the exquisite and intricate inner workings of nature after nightfall, flora that unfurl under moonshine, and the creatures that go bump in the night.

“Hood is the love child of Rebecca Solnit and Edward Abbey, assuming such a child had been raised in an art colony by demented garden gnomes.” (Michael Guista)

“I’ve just reached a stage where the High Church rhetoric of Emerson and the pristine skies of Ansel Adams are not enough. What about nature for the rest of us? There are trees (lots of them) in downtown Los Angeles, parrots in Phoenix, coyotes in Chicago, peregrine falcons in Boston. Just yesterday I saw a condor over I-5 in Gorman, which is the freeway between Los Angeles and Bakersfield. Even in my pokey little tract house on a regular street in a working-class neighborhood, I have tallied 74 species of birds. I am not trying to repudiate the Romantic Sublime—I just want to expand the conversation. In photographic terms, I guess I am asking for less Ansel Adams and more Robert Adams.” Charles Hood in conversation with Kristine Morris

This event is free to attend, no need to RSVP. Come join us, buy a book, and grab a seat in our courtyard.
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