Clyde River, Nunavut. Twenty-one times over the past three and a half years, renowned Ottawa photographer Michelle Valberg has stepped out of her comfort zone and into the Arctic. She’s taken over 90,000 photographs, shown her work at a three-month solo exhibition at the Canadian Museum of Nature and is […]
Article by Greg Wells. I am a research scientist at the Hospital for Sick Children and an Assistant Professor at the University of Toronto. I am also fascinated by photography. I am fortunate to have the opportunity to travel to incredible locations around the world on science expeditions, and photography […]
I like snakes, and I’m never happier than when I find a snake to photograph. A few years ago, I traveled to Baja, Mexico with two friends from the University of Arizona on one of my quests for serpentine subjects. Their goal was to collect rattlesnakes for the university. My […]
In 1913, after two terms as the president of the United States, Theodore “Teddy” Roosevelt, an avid hunter, explorer, and naturalist, decided to take on the most dangerous adventure of his life – to explore and map the course of the Rio da Duvida (River of Doubt) through the Pantanal […]
In the treeless prairie, many birds resort to nesting on the ground, hidden among tufts of grass or buried under bushy shrubs. The western meadowlark is one such bird, and one of my favourites to photograph in the spring, when its cheerful flute-like song bubbles across the prairie.
Antarctica is a continent of superlatives. It’s the coldest, windiest, driest, iciest, and highest continent on Earth, surrounded by the stormiest ocean in the world. But Antarctica is more than a list of intimidating adjectives.
As I write these words I’m parked in a Toyota Land Cruiser above the muddy banks of the Mara River in southern Kenya, just a few kilometres north of the Tanzanian border.
For nearly an hour our rubber zodiac headed into the icy teeth of a polar wind, steadily bucking across the angry surface of the Arctic Ocean. Time and time again, our rounded bow plowed into curling waves, pelting us with sheets of numbing salty spray.
Last winter, in Florida, with snow on our boat dock and the neighbourhood children playfully tossing snowballs at each other, I went swimming.
