Join Kirsten at the Woman's Club of Coconut Grove on December 5 for a photographic journey through Florida's wilds based on her latest books - Wild Florida: An Animal Odyssey and Birds of Florida. Meetings are open to members and their guests....
Join Kirsten at Sarasota's Off the Page Literary Celebration for a photographic journey through Florida's wilds based on her latest books - Wild Florida: An Animal Odyssey and Birds of Florida....
Join Kirsten at the Merritt Island Wildlife Association's Annual Meeting and Dinner for a photographic journey through Florida's wilds based on her latest books - Wild Florida: An Animal Odyssey and Birds of Florida....
Liguus Snail (Liguus Fasciatus) Darkness envelops me as I step from the brightly lit marsh into a tree island, a pocket of hardwood hammock within the Everglades. I wait for my eyes to adjust, then begin scanning trees for arboreal snails. These terrestrial mollusks once glistened...
Satyr Tragopan Our tour bus erupts in commotion on a partially paved road high in the Himalayas. Binoculars swing to the left. Middle rows stand. Back-seaters move forward. Windows shove open and camera lenses burst forth. A flurry of flakes and frigid air seep into the...
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...
Old Faithful I see crowds gathering in front of Old Faithful Inn’s namesake geyser as I pull up to Yellowstone National Park’s famed historic lodge. I contemplate checking-in and catching the next eruption, but then I see it – a bison meandering across the basin. How...
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....
Spotting scopes, binoculars, telephoto lenses and cell phones were all trained up into the pines. I traced their gazes into the trees. A cloud of orange quivered in the wind, hundreds if not thousands of delicate wings folded within protective pine needles....