Matt Feldman Photography
The site of an ancient windmill sits in a field near the coast, in the Basse-Normandie region in northwestern France. It’s just a few kilometers from the D-Day beaches. There are folks who catalogue the various windmills in the region, but I don’t know any more about this one.
It is warm. For the first time since my departure from Baltimore, many hours and 15,994 km of flying prior, I notice the air temperature. It is distinctly un-planelike. And humid. I have arrived in the terminal of Lilongwe’s airport and am staring out the window at the lush green fields reaching to the edge of the parking lot. Taxis and shuttles board their passengers for the half hour trip into the capital city. Rather than heading to the city, I wait for my backpack, naively hoping that the South African Airways staff will somehow discover it in the empty plane and bring it to me. When they finally tell me the bag is still in Johannesburg, I find a taxi and set out for my hotel.
In the late afternoon light, we race across the South Gobi to reach Dalanzadgad before the sky rips open.
Flying between Amsterdam and Johannesburg last week. I probably should have pulled out my proper camera.
After a long hiatus from posting pictures, I’m back with something somewhat new. This is a 3 shot (-2, 0, +2) HDR of the Gulf Of Mexico, processed…