Sandia Crest. 10,542 elevation. Goal: The Rosy-Finch (Black, Gray-crowned, Brown-capped) Two twenty-something boys in a red, late 1990s Camry, emerge from their car, eating Cheetos, then proceed to throw all their trash on the ground. Four teen girls attempt to …
Creative: The 8%
I don’t hate AI. I don’t fully understand it, but I don’t hate it. I just haven’t used it yet. Okay, stop. I know someone out there will bend over backwards trying to prove I DO use it. “You use …
Creative: Blurb, Zero Day
Thar she blows. My first-ever Blurb book. 2006(ish) timeframe. I had been self-publishing for about a decade by the time Blurb became an official thing. During this period, most of my bookmaking was relegated to handmade books or semi-handmade books …
Creative: RAW PHOTO FEST 2026
You know I love me some RAW Society. They don’t just talk, they do. I can’t even remember the first time I spoke with Christelle and Jorge, the dynamic duo behind this organization. (There are three others behind the scenes, …
Creative: Japan Looms
Japan looms. In April of next year, we will return to teach a second workshop. Elena, Amy, and I, because of course, Amy will be there. Our first Japan class was good. Some would say really good, exceptionally good, or …
Creative: The Juice
The juice is being in the field. That’s where it ends—the pinnacle of photography perfection. Just give me a chance to walk the streets, or fields, or beaches, or distant ranges. What comes before is interesting, too. The research, the …
Adventure: The Arcing Trace of Potential Outcomes
I’ve always had a bow. My first was a Fred Bear compound. I used my meager childhood savings to buy a roll of camouflage tape. I carefully wrapped the entire bow and the arrows to ensure I blended with the …
Adventure: Sweet Mary and Joseph, Benro GH5C
There are tripod heads and then there are tripod heads. I was living in the dark. Oblivious, some would say. Eating fast food when the gourmet was just around the corner. I’m slow. I overpack. I have things I don’t …
Read: The Way Out
Get it, read it. I love Craig Childs. I don’t mean I love him, love him. Never met the man, but his books live on my “all-time” list. House of Rain, Secret Knowledge of Water, and now The Way Out, …