beauty

No fences

No fences

I haven’t told you much about the Arctic horses yet. They are beautiful survivors. They wander the taiga, over permafrost, in the coldest region of the world that is permanently inhabited by humans. They are semi-wild. People own them, but they feed themselves and wander far and free. No fences. Photo Eric Guth

The meaning of home

The meaning of home

It has been a long time since I have been at home, long enough to wonder what home really means. I know it means love, comfort, and familiarity, but if I include beauty, diversity, and a way to find newness in every day, then perhaps Antarctica has become–in some tiny way–part of my home. Photo…

The power of stories

The power of stories

When I woke up in Yakutsk, the metropolis of Russia’s Far East, and planned the day with our host, Egor Makarov, I never expected that a few hours later his recommendations would take me into the middle of the diamond industry. At the top of just another staircase and through a gate made of rebar,…

Shimmer of green

Shimmer of green

Night time is getting longer and longer. Ice begins to take over the ponds and the snow line creeps down the hills. Tonight, the aurora begins at dusk, before the light is completely gone, and it just keeps building. The shimmer of green running back and forth across the sky reminds me to the caribou…

Giving thanks

Giving thanks

It’s Thanksgiving in Canada today, and I’m really far away from home, so here’s a toast to Eric Guth, my companion for Thanksgiving: My team mate and dear friend doing what he does: making photographs and sharing them every way he can. The process and the moment. Eric’s cameras show up in odd places. In the…