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So little moves at noon across the flat pans of the Iranian desert. Below the surface, often a hundred feet, hand-dug qanats have veined water...

Midnight, at the War

[NEW YORK, MARCH 2003] — In the beginning I traveled in the hushed hours between midnight and dawn. I savored the quiet that fell over...

Issue 17: Reflections

Welcome to Panorama: The Journal of Travel, Place, and Nature’s 17th edition. Many thanks to all contributors, readers, and particularly the editors—Paula Lee, Devi S....

Tuvalu: A Christmas Carol

I was flying from Australia to the Philippines, or perhaps to Fiji, or to Hawaii. I would have to check my notes. Due to some...

The Saint of Zambujal

At the entrance to Zambujal, a pair of dogs were waiting.

Issue 16: Encounters

Welcome to Panorama: The Journal of Travel, Place, and Nature’s 16th edition: Encounters. In this edition, you will find over 110 works by more than...

A Beautiful Village

The first time I visited Europe, I was travelling with my 12-year-old son, Nick. My husband had died six years earlier, and I wanted to...

Pastizzi

I am twenty years old and have just eaten what I think is the most perfect pastry in the world. But I think I’m in...

Bloody Mary

Before I was old enough to drink, I would sometimes sneak a bite of infused celery from an abandoned cup at family parties. Eating the...

Sauntering Through The Holy Land

High above the sun pulses in the haze of an ash-grey sky. It’s a Thursday in late August 1998, nearing one o’clock in the afternoon,...

Issue 7: Dawn

Welcome to Panorama: The Journal of Travel, Place, and Nature’s DAWN issue. This bright, awakening, and challenging composition comprises a multitude of world views, places,...

Crossing the Curtain

Edward parked his car with care. The Hofburg palace loomed to his right against a gray and star-less sky. A stray dog lifted its leg...

Finding My Way in the Night Sky

Bundled in a snow-suit, I am lost in the twilight sky as the familiar star patterns emerge. I point my new two-inch aperture telescope at...

Going the Way of the Qivittoq

I sat alone in a cosy cabin perched atop a small hill on the banks of Nuuk fjord. Locals called it Ghost City because the...

La Parada

Peach-hued clouds slash across the Mexican sky like a rip in a banner of grey-blue fabric as night falls. Hovering in the darkness, the illuminated...

The Empty Country

In 1933, my father spent his 18th birthday hanging upside down in a cell in Vilna’s infamous Lukiskes gaol, urine poured into his nostrils by...