Chuck said it well. “It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.” Travel during a pandemic is…well…odd. The good news is, when the world is not in the midst of a pandemic, one of our favorite activities is hiking. So, while we find ourselves in the thick of a global pandemic,…
You don’t need new shoes. You don’t need a different backpack. You don’t need a $500 coat. And you don’t need to wait for better weather. John Muir used to put a little dry bread in his pocket, lace up some crappy boots and head into the wilderness for weeks on end. See those shoes…
Don’t start your town near an open pit mine. That’s just my opinion…but I suppose…if you work at the mine, you want to be close. Lowell, Arizona was pretty close to the old Lavender Pit, and then they figured out the copper ore was under where the city was. So the pit grew bigger and…
They were snowbirds before humans took over the term. They head south when the weather gets cold and don’t turn back until the frozen tundra has thawed. Who can blame them? A friend mentioned it in passing…”You oughta go see the cranes,” she said. “Cranes?” “Sandhill cranes. They migrate through this time of year and…
Sometimes the whole world suddenly makes a little more sense. Like a few years back when I shot an assignment in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, and I realized for the first time that it was named for the waterfalls. On the Big Sioux River. Well, of course. It’s not that I didn’t believe it before….
When you have kids in school, you sort of know when you’ll take your vacations. Summer’s good. You can ski or hit the beach in that little window between Christmas and New Years. Spring break is a given, and then there are a few long weekends sprinkled throughout the year when the schooled masses migrate…
I was scheduled to travel to Tanzania in 2001. Africa would have been my 4th continent and the trip was built to include time location scouting for building a boarding school, a visit with a prominent AIDS physician, a few days with a missionary in the Ngorongoro Crater who worked closely with the Massai. and…
The farther South I drive, the more North I feel. I haven’t spent much time down this way, so it’s a journey of discovery and wonder. I ate pig’s feet last night. (I’m not sure if it should be written pigs’ feet) Trotters, they called them, and just now I see the sad irony in…
Long before the sunrise photographers arrive, the world is beautiful. The details are subdued, the air is still, and I like to imagine how the light will fall on the landscape and reveal the scene. For me, it’s a time of wonder and anticipation, especially when the place is new to me. At the end…
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