Iceland is the land of fire and ice; volcanoes and glaciers.


It is a land of extremes. Extreme weather. Extreme landscapes. Extreme beauty.


Last year we took a group of 12 friends to Iceland, starting and ending our trip in Reykjavik – one of the coziest capital cities in the world.


We trekked from the eastern city of Höfn, all the way down across the southern coast, inland to Geysir, then west to the Snæfellsnes Peninsula. Our driver, Solveig, seemed to never tire, always willing to keep going – to keep looking for photos.


Our trip brought us a lot of everything. We saw icebergs off the Vatnajökull, puffins on the coast, waterfalls coming out of canyons, black beaches. We watched the Strokkur explode at the Geysir Geothermal Park, we bathed in the blue lagoon outside of Keflavik, we ate local food and even crashed a wedding.

The trip was one for the ages. And we’re going back.


We’ve teamed back up with Solveig, our driver extraordinaire, and are trying something new. An even better itinerary than last year. This time heading north and west. This will mean fjords, glaciers, geothermal areas, whale watching and more. We leave August 12 from Reykjavik and stay until August 21.

We can’t wait to start this new adventure and hope you will want to join us. If you’re interested, let us know. We’re always happy to have more of our friends share in these experiences.

This time of year brings us one of the most emotionally charged events in sport – March Madness. The NCAA Tournament. We covered the rounds of 64 and 32 with Sports Illustrated in Jacksonville, FL. Check out our story and some of our favorite images from those games.


Georgia State’s coach Ron Hunter falls off his stool after his son, RJ, hit the game winning three point shot to advance the Panthers to the round of 32.

I often seek solace in the company of books. I spend a lot of time searching bookstores for gems that I might not otherwise run across.

Online can be a great place to buy if you know what you want, but there’s nothing like the advice of an educated and passionate bookseller – the kind I find in places like Books + Books in Coral Gables, FL, Square Books in Oxford, MS, or Powells in Portland, OR.

Yesterday I was roaming through Books Inc., a small independent bookstore in Mountain View, CA, when a new title by an old acquaintance caught my eye.

In November of 1992, I was still recovering from Hurricane Andrew cutting a wide swath of destruction through my then hometown of Miami, FL, when Sports Illustrated Director of Photography Heinz Kluetmeier called with a dream assignment. He sent me to Sydney, Australia to work for the Australian edition of SI.

Not only was it a huge relief to get a break from a still reeling South Florida, but sports-crazed Oz was a haven for a photographer. Gorgeous light, amazing subject matter, a generous expense account — fun stuff.

One of my first assignments was to work with an Australian writer, Thomas Keneally, who at the time was not widely known in the US in spite of his great achievement in literature.

Together we worked on a piece on how the different football codes in Australia influenced the towns where they were played, and vice versa.


It was a serious eye-opener for me, accustomed only really to grid iron (American football) and soccer. Seeing Aussie Rules played at the MCG in front of 150,000 fans. Rugby League in front of huge crowds in Sydney as fans loudly chanted, “Aussie Aussie Aussie, Oi Oi Oi” Footie on the Gold Coast, covering the great Abbott in the Geelong. Pickup games in the Red Center near Alice Springs. Mourning the loss of Fitzroy from Melbourne to Brisbane.

Traveling with and listening to the master raconteur work was one of the best experiences I’ve ever had teamed with a writer, and I have had some excellent ones.

Funny and intense in seemingly equal measures, he coached me through the intricacies of the intersection of sport and culture in Australia.

On one of our flights, he mentioned one of his books had been optioned as a movie. In that casual, familiar Australian way, he asked if I had heard of the film’s director and what I thought of his work.

The next year, Keneally gained world-wide fame when Steven Spielberg released the film done from that book, Schindler’s List. The film won the Academy Award for Best Picture.



We are so excited to announce Bill will be returning to the New Media Consortium (NMC) Summer Conference as the closing keynote speaker. The conference is June 9-11 in Washington D.C.

Learn more and register now at

NMC is an international group of visionaries who specialize in educational technology. At the conference, the conversations are as dynamic as the subject matters, and we are thrilled to add D.C. to our list of summer destinations.

My life runs in circles.

Books lead to planes. And then to cameras. Then back to books and found images.

Long flights the past three days. Jacksonville to San Francisco. Then San Francisco to Salt Lake City to Paris. Then Paris to Beirut. The last absorbed in Lynsey Addario’s fine new work, It’s What I Do.

I rolled off the plane at Charles DeGaulle Airport and was greeted with massive photographic prints by Henri Cartier-Bresson.

One of the first books I studied as a young artist was HCB’s Decisive Moment, a seminal work in the annals of photojournalism.
It was just reissued after decades of being virtually impossible to find — I bought two instantly when I found out.


For many Paris is the city of love, and I certainly understand that. The art, fashion, food and history are magnificent as well. For me, it’s a place to make images, to appreciate photography, and a place of writers and journalists.

I was in and out of Paris quickly, not enough coffee, not nearly enough food, no love and only a few photos. Such is life on the road sometimes. The good news is that I will return, hopefully sooner than later.

Up and out to Lebanon, another of my homes.


In Beirut, I was greeted by Joelle, Michel, Queen, and Aimine Khoury. The Khourys are family to me and with them every day is an exercise in grace.

I am well travelled to be sure but this past 12 months I’ve felt an extra connection to my boyhood home of Nebraska. Driving in from the airport at night Michel told me that I would have an excellent view of the city from my room, unless the windows were too dirty.

He continued that it had been raining and the day before and a dust storm had blown in from Eygypt. To a rural Midwestern kid, even though I’ve visited 138 countries or so, that still sounded very, ummm, out of the ordinary.



Beirut is an incredible place, to make images



Taking back to the skies shortly headed home to cover 500 miles of cars turning left at the Daytona 500.
Circle continues unbroken.

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