I open the door and pause. It's dark and warm. I'm not sure what to expect, but I know something unusual awaits. That's the weirdest part: How normal this feels.
I realize that some may see this as a sign, an act of God if you will. There will be others, those who will doubt. And that's okay. But one thing's for sure, and that's how remarkably clear this image in the sky really is.
It ain't summertime without at least spending a few days at the beach soaking up the rays and relaxing with family and friends.
C'mon: From the gorgeous glassware to the fresh fruit garnishes, cocktails are begging for a close-up.
Rural Ecuadorian women are saddled with domestic duties, in addition to the responsibilities of tending agriculture and living a rural lifestyle, which often entails withstanding domestic abuse and marginalization. Rural indigenous women in Ecuador experience a disproportionate amount of domestic violence.
Summers at the lake aren't the grand affairs they used to be, apparently. This is a real photo postcard from the Minnesota Historical Society's collec...
Colorado Sunset Series. Summer 2011...
In the past two years Instagram has shot to mainstream popularity. For those who may have just recently jumped on the bandwagon, you may not know that Instagrams' early adopters were photographers.
Please follow along as I give you a first person perspective on photographing Maria as she works out at the gym. My goal is to show you exactly how I work on a photo shoot.
Last month, in Moustiers Sainte Marie, France, I watched several shopkeepers return a lost young bird to a part of town closer to its natural habitat. This small drama was a play of few acts, but reflected a pattern of human conduct embedded in urban life.
A new documentary shows audiences the peaks and valleys behind the curtain of the creative life, from the point of view of some of the most popular independent artists in the world.
These melted summer treats, part of Michael Massaia's new "Transmogrify" photography series, may be heart-wrenching reminders of that dreadful moment as a child where your ice cream slips from your small sticky hands.
I was on assignment in Fiji when I met a reputable photographer who had no compunction about demanding his subjects remove their shirts. I was shoc...
As soon as the band comes on, I see a better portion of the audience bust out their camera phones and hold them up for (most of) the performance, snapping photos and taking video. They're blocking the person behind them, looking up at their phone instead of at the human beings playing live music in front of them.
While in Sicily something magical happened on one day, without any planning or use of technology... Just me, my husband and two bad photocopies of a picture of my great-grandmother and a street in her village, Sperlinga.