The French film-maker Jean Renoir once remarked (I can’t locate the precise quote) that American film-making tends to focus its attention on...

Not wanting to get sucked too deeply into the big-city hubbub, we’d booked a room in Marina del Rey, where Western grebes drift among the te...

There is no way to go birding on the internet, because birds can't survive for long in the ether. You can look at photos of birds onlin...

One of the under-appreciated benefits of living in the Twin Cities is that on any given winter weekend, if you’re hungry for vacation or esc...

A Separation is an unsavory gruel of overheated conversations, long-standing resentments, deep familial affections, hopes for a better lif...

On a gray and gloomy Sunday morning, we toddled over to Medicine Lake to see the Art Shanty village. The brightly colored buildings cheered...

I wish, now, that I’d seen The Tree of Life in the theater. On the other hand, after a winter of rabid movie-going, it’s a thrill to see a ...