Painting

It was a good thing Jacques Vaucher's godfather was a toymaker, because as a child Vaucher went through more than his share of model cars. "I was always outside in a sand pile, wrecking them," he recalls. Thus...

Everyone knows the stereotyped image of a journalist on deadline: a hard-bitten reporter hammering away at a typewriter, sweating the last paragraph with five minutes to go. A less common image is that of the painter...

The defining intent of this magazine, stated even in our title, is to combine the best sportswriting with the finest illustrations. Occasionally that can be a daunting task. In this issue, director and Oscar-winning...

No real game birds had come, just three coots that passed low over the marsh as they headed toward the oak ridge at its edge. The sun was all light and no heat, a cold January sun. Remnants of morning fog hugged the...