“Nothing attracts me like a closed door. I cannot let my camera rest until I have pried it open, and I wanted to be first.”

Margaret Bourke-White’s memoir is both inspirational and familiar. As a woman, an adventurer, and photojournalist her stories gripped me, and her anecdotes and private thoughts made me feel as if she would have been my friend. Although her career began in a different world nearly a hundred years ago (memoir was published in 1963), her voice is modern. …


Working dogs, once strictly outdoor animals are climbing the ladder of luxury. Not only are they visiting chiropractors and massage therapists, they are also usurping prime spots on the furniture. Some outliers are even weaseling their way in to farmers’ beds. At the Uinta Basin Cattle Dog Classic in Duchesne, Utah, Maggie, a border collie with two fox ears and an expression somewhere between wired and vigilant, maneuvered three cows into a pen after a cozy night’s sleep spooning her food lady Doreen McCourt of Wellington, Utah.

Breck Hunsaker’s dog Max focuses on a cow at the Duchesne County Centennial Event Center, Uinta basin Classic Cattle dog trial Saturday December 7, 2019 in Duchesne, Utah.

As the trajectory of how much humans love dogs increases, so has the…


Navajo Patrick Willie teaches children the basics of hoop dancing at the Helen M. Knight Elementary School Wednesday Nov. 22, 2019 in Moab, Utah. A champion hoop dancer, Willie and fellow dancer Joseph Secody taught the four-day workshop as part of Native American Heritage month. (Photo by Natalie Behring)

“Try to hold your world with two hands, even if it feels like it might fall apart, it won’t fall apart,” Navajo hoop dancer Patrick Willie told a class of fourth graders at the Helen M. Knight Elementary School in Moab, Utah. Willie and Joseph Secody from Page, Arizona, both champion hoop dancers, met up in Moab to teach a weeklong workshop to the entire fourth grade class as part of their curriculum for Native American Heritage month.


It’s impossible to walk into Lily-Rygh Glen’s Flexible Fitness studio without your eyes widening, mouth dropping open and your inside voice saying some version of “Wow.” The word “Badass” is prominently featured in wooden lettering on the back wall which is painted a soothing shade of minty green, and there is witty, snarky design-y eye candy everywhere to keep your mind busy as Glen makes you do crunches, planks, and lunges. Clients can bring their own music to their work-out, but a Prince playlist is always handy in case they forget. …


A black SUV carrying a car full of middle aged opioid addicts pulled into a 40 acre, wind swept hemp farm in Delta, Utah. Four men tumbled out of the car like puppies at the dog park. With unbridled joy they proceeded to prance from plant to plant gently cradling the buds in their hands to sniff, taking selfies, giggling without a care in the world. The Japanese have a word, “Shinrin-yoku”, which has been translated popularly as “forest bathing, ” or spending time in the forest in a mindful way as a benefit to one’s body and mind. …


Visitors checking out the Mud Flats in the northern part of the Great Salt Lake

Armchair rock-hounder no more! After years of perusing geological articles and books, I have finally actually found a rock that I was looking for on purpose. In other words, I have hounded. When I try new things, like fixing my car or baking baked goods, I consult YouTube, and this was no exception. I found a few short videos instructing viewers how to dig for selenite crystals in the Great Salt Lake salt pan. …


In grade school I was horrified to learn that my dad was the same age as my classmates’ grandfathers. I began to obsess about about his imminent death. Grandfathers die, ergo, he would die, probably soon. I started coming home from school, expecting to find the worst. I stood motionless in doorways, monitoring his ribcage when he was sleeping. It was easy to imagine that he was’t breathing. …


Last week the internet reminded me that it’s been eight years since Chris Hondros was killed in Libya. Here is a little essay I wrote, mourning him in the weeks after his death.

As I was making my first pot of morning coffee I was interrupted by polite vibrating in the next room. I had just moved to Portland weeks before, and there were not many people to call me yet. I skated in my slippers over the wood floor to my buzzing phone I saw the screen blinking “Unknown Caller — Palmdale Area.” That meant it was my best…

Natalie Behring

Cookie baker, rule breaker, leaf raker, risk taker & freelance photojournalist. www.nataliebehring.com

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