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@natgeosociety @ilcp_photographers @worldpressphoto 📍Missoula, MT

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“The only place a wolf can be a devil or a saint is in the eye of the beholder.” In Modern Huntsman Volume 10, Rob Green (rob_g_green) follows Wendy Cole, a Montana Fish, Wildlife & Parks wolf specialist and her technician through the Kootenai National Forest as they track, trap, and collar wolves caught between hunters who want them gone and advocates who want them untouched. Subscribe to Modern Huntsman at the link in the bio. Words and photography by: Rob Green (@rob_g_green) 30 Jun 2026

Last fall, I spent time shooting in China, documenting the people, landscapes, and wildlife of the Wanglang Nature Reserve. Most of that work has been under wraps until now, and I’m excited to share that this image of a wild panda I made during my time there has been selected for a 2026 @worldpressphoto award. Fewer than 2,000 remain in the wild, and only a handful live in Wanglang. Finding one in its own place on its own terms is incredibly rare—but it’s usually right about here where people start asking the wrong questions. They ask about camera settings or wildlife tracking. About what it’s like lugging miserable, failure-prone camera traps up rain-slicked slopes all while pulling leeches off any morsel of exposed skin they can find. But that’s missing the point. This image is more than the result of a camera left on a mountain. It’s the result of trust. More than the right gear. More than knowing the terrain. Far as I can tell it’s almost entirely a question of relationships. At a time when anyone can drop into a place, take a photo, and leave, this is what happens when years of trust turn into access and what happens when access turns into mutual benefit. These are places you don’t just show up to. You earn your way in. Or more honestly, you’re allowed in. To be sure, the rangers who work this landscape are the reason it endures. Images like this only exist because of them, and hopefully it pushes us to ask better questions about why conservation is still worth fighting for even when it feels like a losing battle. The world feels fractured and loud right now. This came from something quieter. Cooperation. Resilience built slowly in a place that doesn’t make anything easy. Might be something to it. A massive thanks to those who made this possible—the rangers at Wanglang, my teammates @gabbyrsalazar, @alexsun_xiaodong, and @taotiebin for carrying more their share through tough terrain, @insidenatgeo for the time in the field, @natgeo’s @heartattackack and @afarrar for championing the work, @davidylee and @sanauphoto for keeping Explorers moving forward even on the hard days, and @robynkaygreen for being in it from the beginning. 09 Apr 2026

WHAT’S LEFT - Part VI There’s not one thing new about fire. It’s existed as long as there has been fuel to burn. What changes is the way we live with it, respond to it, amplify it. This is the final post in this six-part project, though there’s no version of this story we could call finished. Whatever glimpse we got of an elite subculture was simply that. These are people who pay a toll every day, whether through immediate danger in the field or the insidious way a life of fire accumulates in the body over the long run. Their work is impressive, at times even astounding, but don’t call them heroes. For as little as I’ve learned about hotshot culture, I think it’s safe to say that part of the reason they work in such remote areas is because they are generally happier there, far away from crowds and spotlights. But just because they don’t seek our attention doesn’t mean they don’t deserve our support, and I hope it’s more than a bumper sticker with a thin little red line running through an American flag. Even with recent federal pay increases for wildland firefighters, the West is becoming increasingly unattainable. It’s no stretch to say that hotshots are being priced out of the very communities they’re charged to protect. You pass them in the grocery store. You ride next to them on the chairlift. You float past them on the river. They are so quietly ingrained into the necessity of Western life that you don’t notice they’re there, but you would absolutely know if they were not. You’ve seen the face of fire through the Bitterroot Hotshots. As the next fire season approaches, they’ll fade back into the haze and the smoke—tools in hand, shoulders slumped toward the fire line. As this project continues, my hope is that it has less to do with what a hotshot does, and everything to do with what we owe them. 27 Jan 2026

THE FACE OF FIRE - Part V Dirt and ash paint with a broad brush. After a few days on the line, soot stops reading as dirt and starts reading as record. It sticks to sweat, dries, then builds again. Eventually you stop noticing the smell, the grime, the way your own face feels unfamiliar. Whatever vision you have of a hotshot—some hard-drinking, gruff, standoffish adrenaline junkie—they are not that. Or at least not just that. In an era of more persistent and more complex fire behavior, responding to it takes far more than a beard and an ego. Beneath sweat-crusted Nomex are people who argue the merits of cat videos they saw on TikTok. They knit sweaters in their downtime. They play Magic: The Gathering on improvised tables back at camp. Steel mesh sawyer goggles are stowed in sparkly pink sunglasses cases. You can try to make fun of them for failing to fit into some archetype that makes you feel more comfortable, but chances are they can’t hear you over the sound of a rattling chainsaw. These are people who resist clean boxes. There are more women on hotshot crews than there has ever been before—a third of the Bitterroot’s 2025 crew. Almost all have college degrees, many have advanced ones. They speak multiple languages. They read books just as well as they read shifting weather patterns. The changing face of fire. When the packs finally fall to the dust at the end of a shift, the ash smeared across their faces doesn’t hide who they are. If anything it reveals it: They’re worn out. They miss home. They can laugh at the shared exhaustion. Even at a pace that seems superhuman, there are limits to what their bodies can sustain. But despite gender, education level, age, interests, or stance on cat videos, there is something that binds them together and to the work. I cannot say exactly what that thing is, all I know is that it’s embodied by a ruggedness that doesn’t need to explain itself. It proves itself. 23 Jan 2026

MOVEMENT – Part IV Trying to keep up with the Bitterroot IHC has been infuriating. Rarely are they moving along anything that resembles a clear trail, and any dozer line that’s been dug as a firebreak is a lumpy, loose, stump-filled excuse for a footpath. More often than not, it is a battle against your gear at the same time you’re trying to keep an eye on the fire next to you, the widowmakers above you, and the team around you. To complicate it, Nomex clothing doesn’t breathe, doesn’t stretch. You struggle over a crotch-high downed log looking for solid footing on the other side, and their feet are already three snags ahead of you, boots bounding from one fallen tree to the next as if gliding over deadfall. I’m convinced the bulk of the job has nothing to do with swamping or felling or digging line, but simply learning how to move efficiently. And despite that efficiency, nothing feels rushed. Rushed is dangerous. I’ve never seen a hotshot run toward fire or away from it. To spend that kind of energy while carrying a pack, six liters of water, a hand tool or saw, and a fire shelter would mean something had gone wrong, and much attention is given to make sure that wrong has no place on a fireline. What might look like chaos from the outside is the result of coordination and communication grown into muscle memory. But that’s just getting to the fire. Once they’re there, it’s the constant swing of the hand tool. The heavy rattle of the chainsaw. The weight of a leaky Dolmar seeping gas down your back. Smoke, heat, blisters, splinters, lost toenails, rashes, bug bites, sunburns, contact burns—friction that accumulates day after day, threatening to slow you down long after your shift is over. Their ability to move through it is why so few people cut it in this line of work. And, hindsight being what it is, probably explains why I’m still only halfway through a valley of blowdown while they’ve nearly cleared the next ridge. 21 Jan 2026

THE BODY PAYS - Part III It’s easy to put a hotshot on a pedestal. They do hard work in hard places, and there’s a notion baked into Western culture that the idea of being helicoptered into a fire so close that you could reach out and touch it feels romantic, even enviable. Chainsaws, falling snags, wind shifts that turn a spot fire into a blow-up. The danger is real. But ego too quickly equates “hard work” with chest-thumping heroics, and that’s only one half of the ledger. Wildland firefighters are expected to function as backcountry endurance athletes without being fueled like one. Come August, almost to a person, they’re thinner than when the season started. There is no world in which a sack lunch—one roast beef sandwich on white bread, a mustard packet, an apple, and an expired candy bar—could ever hope to keep pace with the calories they’re burning on a sixteen hour shift. Eventually, the bill comes due. In the short term, it’s the hands that split and swell inside gloves until the gloves split too. Sleep comes in fragments. Muscles are asked to perform again before they’ve finished repairing the last ask. And still, the saw needs to run. The pack needs to go back on. Long term, firefighting is now formally classified as carcinogenic by the World Health Organization. Research focused on wildland smoke exposure suggests increased cancer risk over the course of a career, with estimates climbing even more as fire days stack year after year. There’s no one moment you can point to and say, “that was it.” It’s cumulative. Quiet. It isn’t punishment. It’s payment. We like to frame this work as bravery, grit, sacrifice. All of that is true. But stripped of romance, the exchange is simple: fire takes fuel. Over time, the body becomes part of the cost. 19 Jan 2026

THE WORK – Part II You’d be forgiven, like I was, for making the mistake of thinking that wildland firefighting is one constant adrenaline kick of staring down walls of flames. It’s that. Some people think it’s about dropping big trees in steep terrain and harsh conditions. It’s that too. But most fail to realize the greatest strength of a hotshot wildland firefighter is first and foremost one thing: The ability to endure. Endure heat. Blisters. Distance. Nagging tiredness. Missed birthdays and anniversaries. Endure ash-caked sweat layered into a crust over weeks. Endure mind-numbing repetition. The reality is grinding. They have been digging nonstop for six hours now. This line in the dirt, an 18-inch gap between what is burnt and what is unburnt, is key in containing a fire. They cut through thick roots and ping off the occasional rock, the vibration transferring through the tool handle into their spine, their hands flipping the Pulaski between axe and hoe by muscle memory. Whatever romantic image you have of lugging a chainsaw around a forest is brought down to Earth when you have to carry it uphill over a maze of deadfall in August heat, your popped blister soaking through your sock that is somehow both crusty and sweaty at the same time, knowing full well your next shower is still more than a week away. You might think that your gym routine or your marathon time somehow qualifies you to stand amongst their ranks. It does not. If the men and women of the Bitterroot IHC have one superpower it is the fact they will outlast you. Despite the rattle of air tankers and helicopters dropping water nearby, despite the roar of the chainsaws and the cracking of burnt trees falling under their own charred weight, their work is quiet. Persistent without being proud. This far out there is no one to congratulate them or thank them, and maybe some of them like it better that way. In the end, the truth of it is that somewhere over the ridgeline sit roads, homes, and towns that will be protected by this thin line in the dirt, but first there’s still more line to dig, and still a long walk back to camp. 16 Jan 2026

THE BITTERROOT HOTSHOTS - Part I You’ve seen fire. Big flames. Charred homes. People fleeing. What you don’t usually see are the people who walk into it. At most, maybe you’ve read about cancer rates or long-term health risks in the wildland firefighting community. What people seem to forget is that firefighters can read too. They know the risks. They know what it costs. They show up anyway. Season after season, year after year. Last summer I spent time with the Bitterroot Interagency Hotshot Crew out of Darby, Montana, a group of wildland firefighters who work where fires are hard to reach and even harder to catch. Steep ground. Snaggy timber. Long days that bleed into long nights. That’s part of the mystery around them: Hotshot crews work in such adverse and remote terrain that you rarely see them, and often the only trace they leave behind is the quiet fact that your house is still standing because they held their line. Over the next couple of weeks, I’ll show some progress from the beginning of a long-term project focused on the human side of wildfire—not spectacle, not hero worship—just a closer look at the people who have become so integral to the West that we almost forget they’re there. Almost. 14 Jan 2026

Not a bad way to start the week. Just got word that two of my images were named finalists in the Human/Nature category of this year’s @bigpicturecomp competition. BigPicture has long understood what conservation photography can do at its best: open the door to wonder while refusing to look away from the hard stuff—the beauty of the planet and the toll we’re taking on it. A sincere congrats to @amivitale for her winning image, and to the other finalists—@doug_gimesy, @thomas.nicolon, @jonjuarez.photo, and @ringochiu. Being mentioned in the same sentence with any of you is an honor. I’m also clear on this: these photos wouldn’t exist without the people who’ve stuck their necks out for me—people who are actually in the field doing the work. People who deal with bears in their backyard, not from a distance, but face-to-face. Deep thanks to them for letting me in close enough to tell stories they care about. As good as it feels to be recognized, it’s relationships that matter most. And if anything’s going to change, that’s where it starts. Onward. 16 Jun 2025

Bear season is off and running, friends. Here’s a sneak peek at some early fieldwork with the undeniable @jonjohnston_wildlife as we grind through the final production season of our doc, The Grizzly Among Us. No matter how many bears I see, what gets me isn’t their size or their power—it’s their intelligence. I’m careful not to anthropomorphize. When you let an animal exist with its own type of brainpower, the more you stand to learn from how it interacts with the world. But there are some things that are bigger than what is human and what is bear. You’re watching more than just a couple of bears digging for food—you’re watching a mother teaching her cub: This time of year is for biscuitroot. This is what it smells like. Soon it’ll be berries. Here’s where we find them. It takes very little time for that cub to know exactly where to look and when. But their blessing is their curse: Bears are smart. Smart enough to do math. If your trash can or chicken coop gives them more calories than a hillside of roots, a bear will go for it. So will the cub, and then that becomes the learned behavior. And that story ends with a dead bear—very rarely a dead person as the campfire stories would have you believe. It ends with a landscape that’s a little quieter. A little less wild. A little less whole. Maybe I spend too much time around bears or maybe it’s just the new phase of life I’ve found myself in, but person or animal, we’re all just trying to get by. We’re trying to give our young the best chance to succeed. In our own way, we want to show them where the biscuitroot grows, and hope it’ll still be there when they need it. We do this work because we look at the way land is being torn up and sold off, and we know there’s a better way. One that respects the wildlife at the same time it respects the challenges of those living alongside them. I have to believe that if a bear can teach its cubs to adapt to a changing and crowded landscape, we can too. 🎥: @jonjohnston_wildlife ✂️: @tom_attwater 13 Jun 2025

T-minus one month! 🤯 Big thanks to @ohahahara for capturing Robyn’s natural glow, for editing out the paper bag I’ve been breathing into the past eight months, and for documenting Ernie’s constant joy in just being part of the team. Here we go! 08 May 2025

“Just outside Bonners Ferry, the Twin Rivers Hatchery hums with quiet determination. Inside, rows of tanks hold fish that shouldn’t need saving. The lights cast a sterile glow, and the water churns in carefully calibrated currents. The smallest white sturgeon — tiny enough to fit in the palm of a hand — glide just beneath the surface, unaware of the odds stacked against them.” As one of our leading exposes of MH Volume 14’s “The Weight of Water”, writer Cameron Evans (@camevansmedia) illustrates how the world class Twin Rivers Fishery carries the burden of industry. Click the link in our bio to pickup your copy today and read the article. Words: @camevansmedia Photography: @rob_g_green 06 May 2025

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