“Portraits of a packed city: Mesmerising images show Hong Kong’s cramped and claustrophobic towers that 14,000 people call home” —Daily Mail
Editing photos from Palawan looks like this. So hard to be critical when every frame looks like paradise! Almost there.
That time we got lost. Really lost… But we got to see a sunset and sunrise deep in the central highlands of Vietnam in an area where foreigners are not allowed to venture because of tribal clashes. Woke up to this view and had to find a way to cross the river. For the second time. Found a small boat to take us across for around $1. Luckily there were some other locals who also wanted to cross so we split it four ways. Four of us and a motorbike loaded with our massive rice sacks and camera gear set across the river on this *tiny* boat. But we made it. On the other side some guys enjoying their breakfast started laughing as we drove our motorbike off the boat on the far shore… like, where the hell are these guys coming from, what are they doing here? We laughed at ourselves with them and that’s when we ate some grilled fish and drank some rice wine for breakfast (at 8am). One of the guys asked me where I was from, and I told him “United States”. He laughed even harder and told me he was Mặt trận (Viet Cong) during the American War and was proud of that (he was still wearing his faded green jacket), and filled my cup with more rice wine and told me to drink.
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After a hectic last few months, a wedding, and a house full of people all summer long, things are finally winding down in our little village. We were finally able to get out for a breath of fresh air and catch some sunshine on a beautiful day at Crozant this afternoon.
We will be heading out for the next two months on an extended travel through France and Switzerland. I am definitely excited to finally have a chance to get back to traveling for a while and produce some new work… Will be back with plenty of fresh images in the new year!
A couple of photos from the Foire des Hérolles poultry market this morning. A somewhat surreal and overwhelming experience waking up at 5:00am and ending up surrounded by literally thousands of squawking chickens, ducks, geese, guinea hens, quails, turkeys, and every other imaginable fowl… (all squawking in French.)Read More›
Lena and I took a short trip to Sarlat-la-Canéda this week. It was good to get out and break away from the computer screen, even if just for a few days. The weather was terrible, and I didn’t have too much time to spend on photos as we were there on other business. I did manage to dust off the camera (only after eating ourselves poor at the morning market) to grab a few shots between rain-showers.
The small chapel near the village of Mas Saint-Jean. The building with its graceful stone walls and pitched roof with flat tiles, was built around 1115, when the Earl of March donated the land surrounding the monks Aureil. Many will tell you Joan of Arc came to pray in the chapel during a ride with Jean de Brosse, on her way to battle. Some even say it was her who planted the magnificent lime tree which seems to protect the little building with its gnarled arms. The trunk, some centuries old, has a circumference of more than 7m.