It's quiet here in this mountain valley.  Elk are strewn along a wooded creek at the foot of the valley.  They are content, the people in this workshop are content, and all seems right.  

This is the second time I've come out to Northwest Texas for the Night Skies of the Texas Outback nature photography workshop, and it's for

When I walk into the lobby, I'm a bit surprised that I'm not the first one here.  In fact, except for one person, I am the next to the last

From the floor of Badwater Basin, I look to the east and see the colors over the mountains changing from a grey-blue to a familiar orange.

Soon, we're hopping off the boat and wading through the warm ocean waters up to the shore of the Corcovado National Park in one of the many

The burrowing owl bobbed and bobbed his head, trying to determine what we were up to. 

As the sun came up, it was clear that something special was unfolding.

After being here two weeks prior, you'd think there wouldn't be anything new to see.

Caddo Lake doesn't look all that big from the banks since there is not a huge body of water before you.

Against the craggy walls of the opening, I struggled to figure out what to call this structure. I ask the others in the group: Is it a cave?

"It's not supposed to be this hot in mid-October," I tell myself while standing next to the blind window, waiting for the slightest breeze.

From the bottom of the hill, you might mistake the animals for a scattering of rocks strewn about the fall-cured grasses. 

August 24 was the last day of the spring 2024 Hackberry Farm Day Camp Photography Workshops. We ended the season with a great group of folks

his past weekend was a big weekend here at Hackberry Farm.  Friday night, we had our firefly workshop, and on Saturday, we hosted another gr

Rain's typically scant Rain's typically scant here, but a few hours before we arrived, nearly four inches of precipitation fell in a deluge

After a few months’ hiatus, the spring 2024 Day Camp Schedule resumed at Hackberry Farm. While the topics vary, this past weekend's camp co

In the distance, a thunderstorm creeps across the hardscrabble of the northern Texas Hill Country.  With each flash of lightning, the storm’

I hear the tell-tale song come from the grass: bob-WHITE! There's a pause, and then he sings again.

For most of the week, we've been immersed in Appalachian culture.  

A couple of years ago, I discovered that Hackberry Farm would be in the path of totality. About ten months before the eclipse, I announced t