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Volume #3, Issue #5

360 Degrees of Eagles, Islands, and Waves: All Aboard S.V. Shawmanee

By Dawn-Marie Hanrahan
My chilled glass of Pinot Grigio carefully set on the starboard rail of the S.V. Shawmanee barely shimmied as the 65-foot ketch silently sliced through Washington’s coastal waters in Bellingham Bay. Designated the “office  photographer” for the August outing, I’d skittered fore and aft capturing each of the 42 mates onboard, and now a large harbor seal bobbed its nose playfully in front of my camera.

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Heading North -- To the Polar Bear
By Barnaby Davies 
 

 
At 80 degrees north, aboard the Professor Molchanov, nobody spoke. The 25-year-old hull creaked in the ice. Camera shutters whirred. Expedition staff and passengers alike were spellbound. A gargantuan male polar bear stood, flat-footed, only a few feet beneath us on the Norwegian pack-ice. Had I leant just a little further over the ship’s rail, we could have shaken hands. Or rather, I could have lost my video camera and the arm holding it.
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Heads Up in Corfu: Pottery Flies at Easter on the Greek Island
By Sandra Laurin
 
 
The smell of lamb roasting on outdoor BBQ spits... streets filled with choirs, bands and religious processions... and clay pots falling from the sky. These are the sounds and sights of Orthodox Easter on the Greek island of Corfu. Every April, hundreds of Corfiots return to their homeland to participate in the biggest celebration of the year.
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Peer into an Eagle's Nest at Blackwater National Wildlife Refuge
By Janette Jones
 
 
Established in 1933 as a stopping point for migratory birds following the Atlantic Flyway, Blackwater National Wildlife Refuge, just south of Cambridge, MD, currently encompasses more than 27,000 acres of rich tidal marsh, freshwater ponds, and mixed evergreen and deciduous forests.
 
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Stakes and Leg-irons in Toledo, Spain
By David Elliott
Four hundred years ago it would have been the smell of grilled heretics rather than croissants wafting to my nostrils in Toledo’s Zocodover Plaza. The spirit of the Inquisition has never completely left.

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