Matt Feldman Photography
From a night of rain, food, and a mad dash around the city to capture as many good shots as possible during a short layover, the streaks and…
The bridge and colonnaded viaduct Pont de Bir-Hakeim, with a southbound 6 train.
Just after sunrise, just after the rain ended. Looking at Isle de la Cite from Pont des Arts. Trying to channel Charles Marville, but fortunately not lugging around…
Out the window of the car near Jurong, China.
A nearby park from the 25th floor of my hotel.
Looking west on Astoria Boulevard in Queens.
Looking for spare coins in the afternoon sun on a New Delhi bridge.
An afternoon walk through Lilongwe’s central market.
Descending from the High Line in Chelsea.
Looking north into Maryland from West Virginia as a freight train rolls south on the leftmost bridge, with the remnants of a third on the right. The rocky…
Looking down on Harper’s Ferry from the trail above the river.
A fantastic city, viewed from the Citadella in Gellert park.
Looking east toward Chain Bridge and the capital buildings.
A detail of the famous Cherry Street Bridge.
From the Pont des Arts, looking south, the Bibliothèque Mazarine. Established in 1643 by the physician Naudé and named for the Cardinal, France’s first public library contained nearly 40,000 items by 1652.
A morning crossing of the Danube River, from the train window.
The Cherry Street Bridge, opened in 1931 and officially known as Cherry Street Strauss Trunnion Bascule Bridge. But less well-known is that it was designed by Joseph Strauss, designer…
Standing on Pont des Arts and looking east at the steady traffic underneath Pont Neuf along Voie Georges Pompidou.
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…
In reviewing the photos from this trip, I found several that I never got around to editing. This is the first from that “new” group.
With apologies to They Might Be Giants, I’ve been spoiled by Morocco. Again. In Istanbul, I was hoping for, and indeed expecting, a city teetering on the edge of two worlds. Straddling Europe and Asia, on the edge of the Middle East (Turkey’s neighbor to the east is Iraq), I expected crazy.
Driving more than 2500 km around New Zealand is an endeavour filled with hazards. But winding roads and falling rocks and monsoon rains are to be expected. It’s the bridges I’m not prepared for. Constructing highways through challenging landscapes has led to bridge designs that are rather shocking by North American standards.
Two hours from Christchurch, through low, grass-covered hills, we swing around a bend. The road stretches out across a massive plain of grass and flowers and sparse trees, sliced in two by the grey road — a straight shot that stretches out until it disappears at the base of the Southern Alps.