White Horses

The joy on their faces as they dragged their heavily battered, waterlogged boards over the muddy tidal waters was intoxicating. It was also very familiar to me. I sat watching them from our motorised canoe and listened to their whoops and cheers as t

My job is to make and fit prosthetic limbs. I love the practical side of prosthetics and orthotics, of making and fabricating devices that have to serve a function mechanically, as well as cosmetically. I also love surfing. Back in 2006, I heard some

The west coast of Vancouver Island is one hell of a place. It’s cold, it’s harsh, it’s dangerous, and it will beat you down if you’re not aware of the surroundings. But I consider myself lucky enough to be born and raised here. My name is James Marti

I grew up in Lebanon in the small city of Jounieh, just north of Beirut, in a family of four kids – two boys and two girls. I’m the third child. My dad is an electronic repairman, and my mum is a schoolteacher. Growing up in the late 80s and early 90

I learnt to swim when I was a little kid, around four years old. My father was a great diver; even my mum was a great diver. My dad started throwing me coins to retrieve underwater; the deeper it got, the more valuable the coin. I would struggle to d

When we first saw our Chevy, there was blood on the floor. The guy who had put the 1994 Suburban up on Craigslist in Tucson, Arizona, just shrugged and said he was a hunter. He did ask with suspicious frequency, though, if we were really going to tak

Where do you go once you have reached the end of the world? This is the question that the pilgrims were now having to ask themselves, with bruised and battered limbs, physically and mentally spent after weeks on the road. Standing along the extremity

Speed blur photos are often a risky proposition when it comes to how they translate in print, let alone speed blur photos taken underwater. First the image has to be technically impeccable. Then it involves a lot of back and forth with the printers t

I first laid eyes on her on my thirteenth birthday. My mother had hinted at a surprise when I returned home from school, and I couldn’t wait. I left at lunchtime and snuck into the house using the spare key. Curious, I began to snoop around. I heard