The light your eye captures from this object tonight has traveled through space since Galileo first used a telescope.
I wanted to do something fun, but after flying 18-plus hours, the idea of doing anything that required a lot of walking, or would land me in the middle of a large crowd, made me want to put a fork in my eye.
Alas, I'm a food photographer. What can I do? I can't walk past a perfectly puffed popover without taking a shot. I feel like every bread basket in the world is modeling for me. Cupcakes just look so good through Instagram's Amaro filter. Temptation is everywhere.
Sarah's photographs capture the lively moments in her kitchen and she writes with equal poise and skill.
Both cameras use what's known as a full frame sensor, considered the Holy Grail in digital cameras. What sets Sony's apart is that they are the first "affordable" cameras in the class and the lightest weight.
Editors and friends consumed a ton of meals in messy whirlwinds of unfettered gluttony.
I have been talking with homeless kids from all over the country, asking them to help us understand what it means to be left on the streets, asking them to give witness to what they endure. I ask you to look into their traumatized eyes and listen with me to their heartbreaking testimonies.
"I'm really concerned with place and how I find myself in the world and by that extension, how other people find themselves in the world. Where are we? And how do we navigate the local space around us?"
It's what's on the inside that counts. Very true, of course -- even when it comes to food.
The culinary expectations of mice are on the rise -- don't expect these rodents to get out of bed for less than truffle mac and cheese.
Just because summer's over doesn't mean it's time to stop eating ice cream.
Sure, we all have snapshots we've taken of our dogs over the years. But wouldn't you love to have beautiful, lasting mementos?
"f I could go back in time I might pick a different name because it's not entirely accurate anymore. I thought it sounded classy and most of my recipes were savory in the beginning."
Photos by Paul Ross A month ago, if you mentioned "hunting" to me, I would turn blue, as though my oxygen supply had been cut off. Guns? Shooting inn...
There was my darling firstborn bundled in his infant snowsuit, wrapped as tightly as a mummy, just before we strapped him in the car seat. I remember the way he blinked twice in surprise when a snowflake feathered from the sky and landed plop on his nose.