I rarely crop my images. There's nothing wrong with cropping; I just find that most of the time, the relatively wide 35mm frame works fo...

For as much time as I've spent watching this bald eagle nest, I should be on a first name basis with the owners. The eagles don't ta...

It's a gray day in Seattle, just like yesterday, the day before, and the week before that. It's the end of May, and I've been ab...

It's late April and the sun is just beginning to rise over the Bowerman Basin, a muddy bay in Washington's Grays Harbor. Very li...

Last month, I wrote about sharing a small vantage point in Yosemite National Park with hundreds of other people, all hoping to catch one of...

I'm waiting in knee-deep snow for a natural light show that may or may not happen. So are hundreds of other photographers. Any parking ...

Imagine a print by Ansel Adams. You're probably thinking of a black and white image, impeccably sharp and detailed, perhaps of Yosemite...