I became a botanist of the ordinary. A connoisseur of the vanishing moment. The way light falls in the window of a sailor’s club on Mulberry Street. An umbrella dropped or forgotten at...

With my photographs, I aim to counter the numbing sense of predictable routes and urban routines by revealing unexpected places in the city as settings for quiet meditation and dreaming.

Embracing the shadow side of our humanity and bringing it to self-awareness is valuable work—a necessary chore on a path to wholeness and enlightenment, a moral imperative to prevent...

The Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore says trees are “prayers,” and I feel them also as talismans, my armor against myself and the tendency to keep my eyes closed.

Darkness gives us permission, permission to explore, permission to germinate, permission to create without the glaring lights of comparison.

Contemplative experience is sometimes like that. Things we thought important a minute before can just dissolve. Barriers that seemed insurmountable can fall away. Skin tones, education...

I’ve been writing obituaries for New Orleans newspapers for slightly more than forty years. I was lucky when I started down this path because I had an editor with a fondness for such...

But once the pandemic hit, we let out a collective breath. Who are we fooling? We’re one short generation from the farm, the woods, the sea. Nature was still calling us.

Winter wheat lies beneath snowy fields planted with faith in tomorrow, a memory and a promise brought forward through years of golden days, when young men were pioneers in life . . . were...

Nature can be forgiving and resilient. Dormancy is natural. The dark days are essential.