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When you’re copping off heads, it helps to have a serrated knife. I didn’t, so I more or less mashed my fillet knife through fish bones...

Starting photography, I found, was much like fishing. It started simple enough: a good experience, surpassed expectations, the organic...

Do you remember the first time you stood ankle deep in the ocean before dawn? The sinking feeling and splash of vertigo hypnotized as you...

Standing on the stony coast, winter’s fading nip in the air, I was surprised how quickly I no longer heard the water pummeling the rocks....

A couple weeks ago, my wife came to me and asked, “Do you want to go to Oregon?” “Uh, yeah,” I said. Who wouldn’t want to go? Wandering...

Jesus’ birth, ministry, and death are accounted for by eyewitnesses, and, even if they weren’t as much eyewitness accounts as they were...

I have my ghost stories. We all have them. When I was a teenager, fourteen years old or so, I was out with a collection of friends...

People like the pretty flowers. Their supple textures and brilliant colors. The way a flower mysteriously rests atop an elastic stem,...

A week ago, I set out for Cedar Point, about an hour north, to photograph birds. About halfway there, the banality of bird photography...