On my way home, on one of the trains at Miami Airport, I took this photograph. A passenger had left a sticker on one of the metal poles inside the carriage. Whoever it was—judging by the code—came from Guayaquil and carried it on their suitcase. The author, it would seem, now lives on these shores.

I have developed a faint affection for photography competitions. I go through them with an almost childish curiosity, looking for the good photographs the jury overlooked and the bad ones it chose to reward. In the latest issue of Camera Craft, its sixty-ninth, for March and April of this year, some of the results are published from the competition that The Guild of Photographers organizes annually.

There is, in underwater life, a captivating otherness, and these images from the Underwater Photographer of the Year competition bring it forth with admirable clarity.
The first photograph captures a clownfish parent keeping vigil over the moment when the eggs it had tended so carefully begin to hatch. A scene which, according to the judges, they had never encountered before...

Everyone in Cincinnati’s artistic community knows Katherine Hurley. They have for a long time. In my own case, for just under ten years. And we all know her solid career and her exceptional body of work, delicate and subtle as few others.
I have always found it difficult to comment on the genre of landscape. Not because I do not like it, but because, when it reproduces what nature itself has taken millennia of patient execution to achieve...

Dressed in red, barricaded behind a mask crowned with feathers as red as the dress itself, the visual artist Cirenaica Moreira (Havana, 1969) waited, seated on a stool, for the attendees of the performance—scissors in hand—to cut the hearts fastened to the dry, gilded branches she held.