Spent the day documenting a dye injection at a small patch of vegetation growing in Cubit’s Gap—about 45 minutes by boat, once you’ve hit the end of the last road along the Mississippi. Check the stories for more scenes from the day, if you’re in to that sort of thing.

Spent the day documenting a dye injection at a small patch of vegetation growing in Cubit’s Gap—about 45 minutes by boat, once you’ve hit the end of the last road along the Mississippi. Check the stories for more scenes from the day, if you’re in to that sort of thing.

Spent the day documenting a dye injection at a small patch of vegetation growing in Cubit’s Gap—about 45 minutes by boat, once you’ve hit the end of the last road along the Mississippi. Check the stories for more scenes from the day, if you’re in to that sort of thing.2019-04-25T20:27:19+00:00

Went to my favorite fishing hole yesterday (surprise), but the entire area had been completely drained by last week’s storms. These marshes are only a few feet deep at the peak of high tide, so even with heavy rain, a strong northern/western wind can sweep them dry for weeks. This was the driest I’ve seen—so I launched the drone instead of the kayak. The water comes back, and the fish will, too, but it’s a reminder of how vulnerable this place is—and how incredibly vibrant and tenacious it can be, in turn. What an incredible gift we’ve been given

Went to my favorite fishing hole yesterday (surprise), but the entire area had been completely drained by last week’s storms. These marshes are only a few feet deep at the peak of high tide, so even with heavy rain, a strong northern/western wind can sweep them dry for weeks. This was the driest I’ve seen—so I launched the drone instead of the kayak. The water comes back, and the fish will, too, but it’s a reminder of how vulnerable this place is—and how incredibly vibrant and tenacious it can be, in turn. What an incredible gift we’ve been given. #earthday #sportsmansparadise #tightlines

Went to my favorite fishing hole yesterday (surprise), but the entire area had been completely drained by last week’s storms. These marshes are only a few feet deep at the peak of high tide, so even with heavy rain, a strong northern/western wind can sweep them dry for weeks. This was the driest I’ve seen—so I launched the drone instead of the kayak. The water comes back, and the fish will, too, but it’s a reminder of how vulnerable this place is—and how incredibly vibrant and tenacious it can be, in turn. What an incredible gift we’ve been given2019-04-23T02:21:25+00:00

Just saw @thisfeedsme on Sunday, then this memory pops up today—its funny to see how patterns of travel emerge. Also, I miss this project—spending time in others’ kitchens, hearing stories unfold of how identity and culture can be both preserved and redefined through food and the ways we pass down food traditions. Let’s share more meals, y’all. From “A Day in the Kitchen:” Soutzoukakia with the Bouloubasis family. Photo story and recipe are linked in the profile

Just saw @thisfeedsme on Sunday, then this memory pops up today—its funny to see how patterns of travel emerge. Also, I miss this project—spending time in others’ kitchens, hearing stories unfold of how identity and culture can be both preserved and redefined through food and the ways we pass down food traditions. Let’s share more meals, y’all. From “A Day in the Kitchen:” Soutzoukakia with the Bouloubasis family. Photo story and recipe are linked in the profile. #ditk #foodfriends #southernfoodways

Just saw @thisfeedsme on Sunday, then this memory pops up today—its funny to see how patterns of travel emerge. Also, I miss this project—spending time in others’ kitchens, hearing stories unfold of how identity and culture can be both preserved and redefined through food and the ways we pass down food traditions. Let’s share more meals, y’all. From “A Day in the Kitchen:” Soutzoukakia with the Bouloubasis family. Photo story and recipe are linked in the profile2019-04-19T17:06:02+00:00

One of my first, and still one of my favorites. Tomato fields outside of Modesto, Calif. – August, 2015

One of my first, and still one of my favorites. Tomato fields outside of Modesto, Calif. - August, 2015. #gethigh #woven #wovenwednesday #djimavicpro

One of my first, and still one of my favorites. Tomato fields outside of Modesto, Calif. – August, 20152019-04-19T16:55:14+00:00
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