Ihtisham Kabir

Beauty does not have to be rare. Often, I get lucky and find that the common and bountiful is also beautiful. That is the case with the

Bangladeshis living abroad often want to help the development of their native land. In 2003, non-resident Bangladeshis in the San

Whales capture our imagination like no other creature. Their size is one reason why: for example, the blue whale, at thirty metres and

I first read about the arctic tern while researching bird migration. It is a special bird because it flies more distance in migration than

Some years ago, I was in Jahangirnagar University early one morning for birdwatching. The campus was enveloped in dense winter fog.

Sometimes I run into people who have lived in the same small town all their lives. When I was younger, they did not impress me, but

As a photographer I am constantly searching for “the One”, that special photograph that shows something never seen before, evokes strong feelings – even passion - from the viewer, perhaps breaks some rules, and, most of all, leaves its imprint on your memory. But how do you find that photograph? I turned to the great photographers for an answer.

In February 2013, I went on a birding trip to Tanguar Haor. It was a long day's boat journey starting from Sunamganj town. As we

One morning last October, the birder Omar Shahadat and his friends crossed the Buriganga river from Dhaka into Keraniganj and

It is spring and blossoms are blooming for many of our summer fruits. While the mango blossom has been immortalized in our national

Winter is our main birding season as migrant bird species arrive here from colder climates. At the end of winter, most birders – including myself - feel a touch of sadness at the departure of the migrants.

The first time I saw lohakath was some years ago during monsoon on my way to Padma Resort with friends. About an hour from Dhaka, near Louhojong, I noticed roadside groves of tall, elegant trees with leaves of deep green. My friend Micky informed me they were lohakath trees, so called because the wood was so hard that it was impossible to hammer a nail (loha) into the wood.

I have loved books since childhood and somewhere along the way I also became interested in writing. In my twenties and thirties