Jim describes summer days at the Ness of Brodgar, a Neolithic dig site he covered for National Geographic and which (evidently) really got under his skin. Read on to discover the deep attraction of poking into the lives of people now gone for 5,000 years and the thrill of hanging around with nerdy, gregarious archeologists bent on digging up all the poop. Indiana Jones should have had it so good.
Makers Street upcoming event Pet-tember has me remembering the single luckiest picture I ever took — and it involved pets.
The Great Plains story for National Geographic was taxing my abilities. Lots of territory and a nebulous idea of what the essence of this prairie geography was all about. I’d driven thousands of miles from Texas to Montana (enjoying every mile, actually) when I found myself on an a very traditional farm (they still used horses for plowing) outside Medina, North Dakota.
Newcomers to Small World Gallery sometimes get confused when I tell them I’ve been photographing Cuba for 40 years. I can’t blame them; you’d naturally think of someplace like Havana when Cuba is mentioned. And any place worth 40 years of attention must be exotic, you’d think, celebrated and renowned.
I met an old friend on the Isle of Eigg a couple of weeks ago. Hiking down to the beautiful ribboned beach at Laig Bay on a brilliant sun-washed day (such things do happen in Scotland) I was greeted by the border collie that lives in the beach house.
“I know YOU!” I said,