“Even by the dashing standards of wildlife photography, his résumé was the stuff of high drama, full of daring, danger, romance and tall tales, many of them actually true. Had Mr. Beard not already existed, he might well have been the result of a collaborative brain wave by Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald and Paul Bowles. He was matinee-idol handsome and, as an heir to a fortune, wealthy long before his photographs began selling for hundreds of thousands of dollars apiece.” (It’s rare that the word swashbuckling is appropriately attributed to someone —even rarer when it’s attributed to one’s private life.) The NYT: Peter Beard, Wildlife Photographer on the Wild Side, Dies at 82.