Tower Segment
A portion of the Eiffel Tower just before midnight.
A portion of the Eiffel Tower just before midnight.
I don’t remember the station, but it’s a long way under ground.
Crumbling facades, and on the left, the jagged opening of a collapsed wall where a house once was.
Nadal returns a shot to fellow Spaniard David Ferrer in the 2012 French Open. A year after I took this shot, Nadal beat Ferrer again today and won his eighth French Open title.
A view from the roadway leading to the island.
I was lucky. I didn’t know much about tennis. And even less about how to get a ticket to one of the sport’s premiere events. But sitting in my Paris hotel room about 6pm, one year ago today, I figured it was time for a change. I didn’t know who was playing. Didn’t care.
There are 2048 burials at the Canadian War Cemetery in Beny-sur-Mer, the majority of them Canadian. And many of these Canadians were from the 3rd Canadian Division, who died in the invasion on June 6 and the subsequent advance towards the key strategic town of Caen.
We were nearing the end of the tour, when the guide stopped walking. A few people opened umbrellas against the drizzling rain. The group gathered around her, leaning in to hear another story.
There are 4,648 soldiers buried in the Bayeux War Cemetery, the largest Commonwealth cemetery of the Second World War in France. There was little fighting in Bayeux, despite its strategic importance to the invasion of Normandy, so the burials come from fighting in surrounding regions.
In the early morning light, a beautifully maintained C-47 sits on the flightline of the Cherbourg airport. We would later see it spooling up for its practice flights, in advance of the WWII-related ceremonies around the region that week.
Trees along the walk to Mont Saint Michel.
Years ago, before a trip to New York City, I read about Donald Judd’s studio and efforts to preserve its contents and open it to visitors. Yesterday’s New York Times has a beautifully written story about Judd, his work and those restoration efforts, now complete.
One of the many tracts of abandoned row homes in the city where 16 of 16 houses on a block are boarded up. Block after block. Street after street.
At Patapsco Valley State Park, near Baltimore’s airport.
Today’s freight train explosion happened just a few kilometers from where I live. I didn’t hear or feel the blast, but those exact same tracks run along the end of my block and the train would have passed by me a few minutes later on its way south. So it got me thinking about trains.
Mont Saint Michel, France
From the east side of Baltimore, near Johns Hopkins Hospital.
From the walkway atop the Devil’s Throat portion of the Iguazu Falls, looking south at the Argentine side.
A single shot from my first attempt at a tilt-shift sequence. The idea was to test techniques (intervals, shutter speed, etc.) for what will eventually become a tilt-shift movie. Shot from the roof of Washington DC’s Union Station parking garage in the fall of 2010.