Just Keep Rolling
A Japanese ship undergoing refurbishment at a V & A Waterfront dry dock in Cape Town.
A Japanese ship undergoing refurbishment at a V & A Waterfront dry dock in Cape Town.
Looking west on a cold, wet morning.
When I originally edited my New Zealand trip galleries, the Milford Sound portion of the trip made for some difficult decision making. There were just too many amazing things to see in that corner of the country. This shot, taken from the boat, was left out of the original collection.
Looking east toward Chain Bridge and the capital buildings.
Just one (bundled) person braves the January cold of the uncovered portion of the tour boat.
Six months ago today I began this post-a-day photoblog project. Reflecting back from the halfway mark, it has been challenging and fun, and has forced me to sharpen the critical eye I cast upon my work.
The roar. The spray. The sheer power of nature on stark display. Heading into those falls, it didn’t take long to be very glad I put the camera into a dry bag just after this shot.
On an overcast February morning in 2012, after two weeks in Malawi and a serendipitous travel diversion, it was great to be back in Amsterdam. Before I left Schiphol airport, I looked up a walking tour of the city. This was taken on that tour, near the Centraal Station.
On the eastern side of Paris, near the Gare de Austerlitz, is Paris’ newest bridge. Named the Passerelle Simone-de-Beauvoir, in honour of the French existentialist author, philosopher and theorist, the award-winning 190m bridge spans the Seine at the site of the new national library.
Things have been, surprisingly, rather free from catastrophe as of late. But there will be much less to say after this email — I’m packing it in and heading home early. Plans for the Czech Republic and Italy have been abandoned and Poland had to be curtailed.
Geographically speaking, that is. The aquatic edition of Planes, Trains and Automobiles has brought me to the third continent of my trip. From Santorini, Greece, I spent 18 hours sailing eastward to Asia. Well, I’m in Turkey, but technically it’s still Asia.
Set against the crashing waves of the Atlantic, the walled city of Essaouira is a fascinating look at a fishing and hashish (need there be more?), but we arrive just ahead of the international jazz festival.