Westbound in Monaco
On the road. In Europe. It’s great to be back abroad again. I’m working, but it’s still so nice. This is a reprise of photo shot years ago on black and white film.
On the road. In Europe. It’s great to be back abroad again. I’m working, but it’s still so nice. This is a reprise of photo shot years ago on black and white film.
From the chaos of weather and delayed flights, a surprise trip to Paris. And necessary, if I was to arrive in Nice today. Thousands of people streaming in from almost 100 countries has made space in Cannes a hot commodity. So when my flight from JFK was delayed and I missed my connection to Nice, I went from Amsterdam to Paris for yet another leg onward. 26 hours of travel and 5 airports later, the Cannes Lions Festival of Creativity begins tomorrow and it looks to be great.
Taken on my amazing Mediterranean trip in 2004, I’ve reprocessed this one to have more contrast and detail from inside the train. I’ve missed the photography of European trains and stations, but hopefully that drought will soon end.
After midnight, on the route between Brooklyn and and Penn Station.
In a park beside the Eastern Market in the Capitol Hill neighborhood.
A spool of rope on the bow of one of Baltimore’s Water Taxis.
From the first notes to reach my ears, the music of Dive Index has always captivated me. And for my past few trips to New York, the band has been the soundtrack to my visits, meshing perfectly with the destinations, the weather and the mood. But on the day of this photo, Dive Index was the reason for the trip to New York.
At the Broadway-Lafayette St. station in SoHo, headed for Brooklyn.
Few things generate such an immediate, visceral reaction as anything vaguely “nuclear.” Yet for such an evocative word, very few people actually know what radioactive material is. The green liquid in this vial is radioactive phosphate, a substance used for decades in molecular biology research. Using this specific material (not all isotopes are green – sorry, Simpsons fans) has allowed us to understand the very roots of our chemical composition in the letters of our DNA. Pictured behind the vial is a protective lead container.
In the fresh snow of late night Washington DC, the streets were quiet enough to be able to stand in the middle and take pictures. This is the National Gallery of Art’s East Gallery, taken from Pennsylvania Ave.
With its steel and glass addition to its 1800’s foundation, the Runnymede Library on Bloor Street is a great blend of classic and modern architecture.
On the platform at the Aldershot GO Train Station.
Another in my series taken from Toronto’s Park Hyatt, these buildings are somewhere around Yonge and College.
The wall of Dupont Station, directly behind me when I took this shot.
From Gabes, Tunisia, in 2005, this sign marks the route eastward toward Tripoli, Libya. At the time, the tape across the distance meant that the border was closed. But as the extraordinary events of the past few weeks reshape the region, it’s only a matter of time before the tape can be taken off the sign.
A few minutes from Niagara Falls, the storm broke and let light shine north to the lake. I couldn’t pull off the highway in time to catch the full arc.
Upstream of the main falls, there are plenty of interesting locations to watch the water. This long exposure captures the junction of the churn and the constant flow of the Niagara River.
Another rusted truck, seen in Toronto’s Distillery District.
From the Westbound section of the Toronto’s Sheppard subway line, this is a different take on the tunnel-in-motion look I posted previously.
Aiming south from 18 floors above Bloor St West, the buildings of Toronto’s financial district are still quite active after midnight.