This evening on npr there is this profile of Clyde Butcher and his impressive work in Florida's Everglades. The work is beautiful. Two points from the profile. The first is that Butcher's career was transformed - in the direction he has pursued since - in 1986 when his teenage son died in a car crash. The second is that he prefers to view his work as communication rather than as art. And his environmentalist commitments bring to mind the argument (I mentioned it here some time ago) that Finis Dunaway makes regarding the (distinctly political) 'uses of the sublime.'