As a writer and photographer, my creative life tends to swing between the camera and the page. After a long stretch with my camera, it feels good to get back to words, and last night the shift took me by surprise. While I was in the kitchen, I overheard my husband, Tom, grumbling from the living room about "sleeveless maps" on the bookshelf. The phrase seemed wonderfully odd, and smiling, I called back, “Like a sleeve in the wind!” Suddenly, words started forming. I grabbed my notebook,...

The glory of a starling murmuration. There are moments in nature photography when the scale and drama of a wildlife event transcend the...

For the month of August, I set the intention of going swimming in the sea more, a beautiful gift to myself.   I stalled in the opening...