Interview with Stanford Intersect
Last spring I was interviewed by my former conservation photography student Cindy Liu (CL). The interview was published in the Summer 2017 issue of a Stanford student journal on science,…
Last spring I was interviewed by my former conservation photography student Cindy Liu (CL). The interview was published in the Summer 2017 issue of a Stanford student journal on science,…
A while back, I spent some time at Singita Lebombo, a lodge in a private area of Kruger National Park near the Mozambican border. After an early morning watching cheetah…
The photo that set me on a course to becoming a biologist was published in 1965, but I didn’t see it until a few years later, when I was ten or maybe twelve years old. I’d been rooting through a stack of National Geographic (more…)
The life of a scientist is an exercise in extracting information from signs. Nature speaks no words to convey her meanings, but though she is silent, she is endlessly and openly communicative. We scientists try to find a language (more…)
My husband worries when I leave for a horse safari in Africa. “You’re like the pickle on top of a hamburger,” he frets, knowing from past excursions that encounters on horseback with lions are not unlikely. Others hold this opinion (more…)
Marc Chafiian, co-founder of Gallery for Good, asked me some questions about inspiration, passion, epiphanies, protection of wildlife, and my current Gallery for Good exhibition. The exhibition will run through July 25, 2014, (more…)
Earlier this year, Allie Pyke at the Gallery for Good contacted me and asked whether I’d be interested in using my photography to benefit a cause close to my heart. It took about two nanoseconds to say yes! Here is some (more…)
I remember the precise moment at which I became a photographer. For years before that, I was someone who occasionally took pictures. And just before that, I entombed my old Pentax film camera in a closet and bought a digital camera. (more…)
Trunks aloft, ears aflap, the younger elephants were panicking. They trumpeted and paced in circles, eyes focused on a water trough where the littlest elephant, a year-old baby, had toppled in. The calf might easily have navigated (more…)