Women Writers On African Travel,  Sport, And Adventure

Women Writers On African Travel, Sport, And Adventure

Dubbed the “Dark Continent” by Victorian explorers who were fascinated by its geographical mysteries and incredible abundance of game, Africa has been the setting for a massive outpouring of literature of interest to sportsmen. The latter half of the 19th century on...
Copley Winter Sale 2025

Copley Winter Sale 2025

Friday, February 21, 2025 10:00 AM – Saturday, February 22, 2025 5:00 PM Copley’s Winter Sale 2025, consisting of over 500 lots, will offer buyers the opportunity to acquire antique and contemporary decoys, decorative carvings, paintings, prints, folk art,...
The Art Of Mort Künstler

The Art Of Mort Künstler

In this post-modernist era when so much fine art is obscure, experimental and non-representational, Künstler arguably represents a touchstone You’ve just humped up a steep knoll trailing a wounded elk, or maybe you have designs on glassing mountain goats. Fatigued,...
Own an Original John Seerey-Lester Painting

Own an Original John Seerey-Lester Painting

Immerse yourself in the awe-inspiring world of wildlife through the extraordinary art of Sir John Seerey-Lester. Knighted in 2015 for his remarkable contributions to the preservation and portrayal of nature, Sir John is renowned for his unparalleled ability to capture...
Sporting Heritage Timeline

Sporting Heritage Timeline

A timeline is a great mirror in which we can rediscover how truly marvelous our journey has been. Time is the protoplasm of destiny, the stay of our years as indefinite as the flesh of our bones, and within its meager allotment each man strives for immortality....
The Art of Frogging

The Art of Frogging

Frogs don’t carry swords or pistols, but they look as though they wish they could. Frogs are physically incapable of smiling, but they can look insufferably smug, as if they know something the rest of us don’t. Maybe they do. What I know is that frogs are biologically...
Eating A Mountain

Eating A Mountain

I take off one afternoon to run up a mountain above my home to look for the false morels that sometimes grow in the burned forests there. It’s one of the mountains that feeds my family, one of the mountains on which we are fortunate enough some years to take a deer or...