The folks over at AWL Images recently asked me a few questions about life on the road and what it’s like working as a full-time travel photographer. If you have ever wondered what it takes to be successful as a travel photographer (hint: It’s all about having enough fresh socks on the road), check out the full interview HERE.
Informal, documentary-stye street portraits taken during the Sadsad (street dancing) at Kalibo’s Ati-Atihan festival in January 2015. The participants parade through the streets in indigenous costumes, dancing, drumming and chanting, sometimes for days at a time without stopping.
Ati-Atihan in honor of the Santo Niño (Infant Jesus) takes place annually in January in Kalibo, Aklan, Western Visayas, Philippines. The festival features dancing and celebrations through the streets of Kalibo which last for many days or even weeks before reaching a climax during the final days. An open-air mass at dawn on the third Sunday is held in front of the cathedral and is followed by more celebration and torch-lit processions lasting into the night. [FULL GALLERY]
“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!