Almost 10 years ago, Short-Eared Owls were the first birds I intentionally set out to photograph. It was a windy, rainy day, and I never saw one of the storied winter owls of the Pacific Northwest. So I kept searching. Eventually, I found them, but…
Wow, I’m not telling you anything new: 2020 has been … different. I managed to get out just enough to do another calendar. But I have to change the way I do things this year. * Because of social distancing, I will do all distribution…
I arrived well before sunrise, but the cacophony had already begun. While I unpacked my gear in the parking lot, the staccato barking is echoing throughout the Ballard neighborhood in Seattle. I’m guessing people don’t need alarm clocks from fall to about early spring, when…
Sunshine in Bozeman. Pink orange mornings. Stars and howls at night. Lamar Buffalo Ranch: The American Serengeti across the street. Heated floors in the bath house! Collegiality in the bunk house. Meg in charge. Jessica at the wheel. All is good. Frosty bison and yipping…
Making calendars is not a business for me. I started a few years ago because some friends asked me to. I make them the way I like them β with nice paper so the images pop and I can actually write on them. This year,…
OVER THE COURSE of 3Β½ months, I made more than 30 visits to a nest site thatβs surprisingly urban, in the middle of Seattle, in the shadow of the University of Washington campus, where aspirations sometimes rise and fall as suddenly and unexpectedly as the…
