“What the fuck is this?” “Horizons with Dan Grebbs,” I tell him. He stares at me. “You say that as if I’m supposed to know what or who that is.” “Oh, Dan Grebbs is amazing. He’s a nature photographer from South Dakota who ran away from home at sixteen. He rode the railroads for a while, traveling the country and playing the guitar, taking pictures. Then one day he impulsively traded in his guitar for a field recorder and bought passage on a ship heading for South America. He caught the travel bug and has been all over the world ever since, working on
