“Nothing matters out here except being yourself and helping other people,” he said, in tears; the late afternoon sun cut a slanted light across his face, whe...

The Africa box is grey, brown streaks of mud encrusting the lower half. Our night-guard Patrick sometimes washes them off before my dad really wants them gon...

The things I learned bushwhacking in Patagonia: As is consistently the case in the backcountry, there is rarely a single right way to do things. In bushwhack...

For anyone growing up under Kilimanjaro, the inimitable snow-capped peak rising from the Kenyan and Tanzanian plains, there is a second mountain, literally i...

The Great White Mountain. Kilima Njaro. Ol’doinyo’oibor. The Roof of Africa. No mountain captures the imagination quite like Africa’s tallest, the biggest an...

In the West Nashville neighborhood known as the Nations, an abandoned grain silo looms over an area slowly subsumed by a renovating economy—as though a sea e...

A quick note on traffic: I’m not sure how it’s possible, but there are both more vehicles and more pedestrians in Nairobi than anywhere I’ve ever been. You w...

Philosophy is a love affair. It is an assignation between an inhabitant and its habitat: a knower in a world of knowledge, a real thing in reality, stretchin...