After 17 days of canoeing, hiking, photography, rain and wind dodging, and wildlife watching in the western Brooks Range I’m back in Fairbanks. The trip was…. well the trip was… It was kinda… It was a bit of everything. The…
I just got back to town after leading a five day float in the western Brooks Range. We arrived in the middle of the rainiest stretch of weather the northwestern part of the state has experienced all summer. It wasn’t…
American Golden Plovers are undoubtedly flashy birds. Throw that black, gold and white critter into a field of spring wildflowers on a bright and sunny evening in Alaska’s Arctic, and…wow. Keep in mind that this is the same tundra that many members…
The title to this post sounds like a bad name of an 80’s metal band but it’s also the first thing I thought of when I saw this image glowing on my computer screen as I downloaded my final series…
A run and gun shot as I was tromping the arctic tundra today. Used my Canon 7D with a 70-200 f2.8L and 1.4x TC, handheld. Despite my hopes I haven’t had much time too shoot during my time in the…
I recently received the contributor copy of the June/July issue of Country magazine which has within its many fine pages an article I wrote on Alaska’s Arctic. As a bonus, its illustrated largely with my images. You can find the…
On a dreary Cordova afternoon, during a break from meetings, I strolled out onto the beach and found a pair of Black Oystercatchers, rather joyfully bathing in the water’s edge. The light was gray and dim, with a few spits…
I have the excellent fortune to sit on the board of Audubon Alaska, in my opinion, one of the finest and most effective environmental groups currently working in the state. Twice a year I join the rest of the board…
This week I got an email with a pdf of a double page spread of one of my images that has just been published in a new book: “Country: Heart and Soul“. The image is a couple of years old,…
(Canon 7D, 17-40f4L @17mm, ISO200, f4.0, 1/40th second, handheld) Our last days were on a river, that was no longer a river. At least not the one we had come to know. As we approached Lake Mead, though the water…
