Muted greens, shades of tan, gray-tinged water – the contrasting head of a Redhead seems to glow against the neutral tones. I track the duck as it swims along the edge of an island, a backdrop of brittle brown grass. I round the corner and...
Sooty terns and magnificent frigatebirds filled the air as I stepped off the ferry at Dry Tortugas National Park. I focused on a single tern as it swooped to the ground, landing out of view where I imagined it being greeted by a hungry chick....
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house came a startling sound, perhaps not a mouse....
I sat there a moment, weighing the possibilities that this bird intentionally sought my attention. Could it be that this cardinal had noticed the glow from my laptop and understood it meant a person, a potential source of food, was there? Was it truly tapping...
Sedges swished as I picked my way along the edge of the marsh, freshwater to my left, the Gulf of Mexico lapping on my right....
It was still dark when we gathered in the small office. Dressed in long-pants and long-sleeves with steaming coffee mugs in hand and headlamps shining from our foreheads, we headed to the boat ramp. In an early morning daze, we talked in unnecessarily hushed tones...
I arrived at Jonathan Dickinson State Park with no real agenda. It had been the closest camping spot I could find to Hobe Sound National Wildlife Refuge where I intended to take pictures of sea turtles early the next morning for my forthcoming book Wild...
It all started with a polar bear just outside the compound fence. It was a large male; close enough for me to see snow piled on its nose, but only when it peeked around the assortment of steel drums between us. I was clearly on...
For an entire week of travel in Africa, we had heard nothing other than how the wildebeest migration wasn’t happening. Rains had come to the south, grasses were dry in the north, and prescribed burns in Tanzania were said to be dissuading these famed antelope...
It started as a rustle in the carpet of dried leaves, a distant whisper in Rwanda’s foothills barely audible above the squeaks of towering bamboo as woody neighbors rubbed against one another in an unsynchronized symphony. One of our guides paused, staring intently into the...