Why this title?
It took me a long time to understand why certain places, certain beings, certain animals accompany me, in silence, but persistently: The whale and the puffin are among them. They…
Free Eggs
“He kept hens and put eggs in a basket on a flat stone next to the road each morning. Customers left money in an honesty box, so there was no…
Faroe Islands, raw beauty, intact violence.
"By 1760, the hunters of Nantucket had virtually exterminated the entire local population of cetaceans, but they cared little: they built larger whaling sloops and equipped them with brick furnaces…
Kangerluarsoruseq: chronicle of a cod-fishing kingdom turned ghost town
50 km south of Nuuk, on a peaceful arm of the fjord, the split-open sheet-metal hulls reflect an impassive light. We cut the sailboat’s engine; now only the lapping of…
Hanoi, Delhi, and the Question of the Street
In Hanoi, I ate on the street without thinking—a bowl of pho on a street corner, steaming soup served on a low stool, never with that little internal alarm that,…
Why I Photograph
There were books, long before the camera. Thick encyclopedias with slightly yellowed pages, smelling of glue and printed paper. I was nine, ten, maybe twelve. I would open them without…
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