Dreamers Rise

At first, it's a curious feeling of tautness in the palm of his left hand, no pain, just a sensation that the skin is being pulled towar...

Herman Melville: Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find m...

These photographs were taken from one of my favorite spots on earth, a dam that holds back a local reservoir. A couple of days before...

This is why you should always keep a decent set of maps in your glove compartment: you're driving along, just hoping to get home by dark...

Henry Beston: We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature, and living by compli...

It might be your light, it might be your front door It might be the last time, I don't know Something's on your mind Something...

These pictures were taken on an overcast day from a secret (but not at all remote) location during an hour's hike after work. Th...

This postcard portrait of a woman who signed only her first name was addressed to one Señora Doña Leonora de Esteban in Castro Urdiales in n...

Kenneth Jackson has directed a brief documentary about Sir Thomas Browne, in conjunction with an upcoming exhibition at the Royal College ...

If you're not part of the problem, you're not part of the solution. Preening one's moral feathers at the expense of others is n...

This is not their time, our present world, but who is to say if that time is ages behind them or merely still to come? What may awaken when ...

Scenes from the woods, spring and summer 2016. Many of these specimens seemed to appear overnight (or maybe I just didn't notice them)...