I have read two books more than once—Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne and a double feature of The Call of the Wild and White Fang by Jack London. Both take me to incredible places. Both make me dream. For this, my sixth trip to Haida Gwaii, an archipelago some 30 miles west of British Columbia, I packed the Jack London. It seemed fitting for the long flights across… Read More
My project documenting just an initial piece of Philadelphia’s Italian Market culminated with the following article, published on March 16th in the Philadelphia Inquirer. So thankful to them for running with it. Their Home in the Immigrant Village by Marc Cappelletti A light snow is falling on the green awnings of Philadelphia’s Ninth Street Market. It’s a fleeting snow, melting almost as soon as it lands. Still, I marvel. It brings to mind… Read More
They came with an appetite. Bald eagles, once calmly perched atop the spruce trees that line Campobello Island’s rocky coast, now dive bombed seagulls and pushed aside cormorants until they and they alone could claw the fish on the water’s surface. And they clawed like hell.
When you step aboard a boat you leave a lot on the dock. At first, you may not notice anything behind you but wooden boards, the odd line, maybe a hose or the stains of where a fish once rested. But soon you’ll find that your entire frame of reference is gone. Passive, involuntary living is a thing of the past. Stay at sea long enough and the very legs that carried you there are… Read More