There's something cosmically aligned about Copenhagen in autumn—the way amber light filters through copper-leaved trees onto cobblestone streets feels almost mathematically perfect. As someone who spe...
The first thing that struck me upon arriving in Anna Regina wasn't the verdant landscape or the Atlantic breeze, but the symphony of aromas wafting through the market streets. Having spent my childhoo...
Though I'm writing this beneath Canberra's Southern Cross, my mind wanders to Tunisia's North Star, where the Mediterranean whispers against ancient shores. As an astrophysicist who splits his existen...
There's something profoundly humbling about trading celestial observations for terrestrial explorations. When my department at Australian National University sent me to Kansas City for an astronomy co...
The first time I glimpsed the Nazca Lines from above, my astrophysicist brain nearly short-circuited. These ancient geoglyphs etched into Peru's arid plateau represent one of humanity's most compellin...
There's something magical about standing at the intersection of cultures, where Mediterranean waves crash against North African shores under the same stars my father taught me to map as a child. Oran—...