John Nichols fell in love with nature as a child when his father and grandfather, both naturalists, taught him the names of the flowers and trees, the herons and butterflies they encountered on walks in rural Long Island, New York. When Nichols moved to New Mexico as a young man, his passion for the natural world grew. He began photographing the land and critters observable just outside his kitchen window . . . and far beyond. In My Heart Belongs to Nature, Nichols records his forty-five-year connection to the Taos valley and its mountains, where he still lives. His engaging prose and striking photographs offer a tribute to his infinity in this grain of sand, replete with memories of wives, children, bighorn sheep and rattlesnakes, and high-altitude snowshoe excursions--all of it a paean to the biology that sustains us.
My Heart Belongs to Nature: A Memoir in Photographs and Prose
John Nichols fell in love with nature as a child when his father and grandfather, both naturalists, taught him the names of the flowers and trees, the herons and butterflies they encountered on walks in rural Long Island, New York. When Nichols moved to New Mexico as a young man, his passion for the natural world grew. He began photographing the land and critters observable just outside his kitchen window . . . and far beyond. In My Heart Belongs to Nature, Nichols records his forty-five-year connection to the Taos valley and its mountains, where he still lives. His engaging prose and striking photographs offer a tribute to his infinity in this grain of sand, replete with memories of wives, children, bighorn sheep and rattlesnakes, and high-altitude snowshoe excursions--all of it a paean to the biology that sustains us.