Afternoon Hike
A late afternoon hike near Paarl. It’s not every day that you see warnings to “Beware of Mountain Lions.”
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Gobi Sky
There were many shots out the window of moving cars on this trip, but this continues to be one of my favourites. Also, it was out the window of our Hummer.
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Village View
A hot day with storms brewing. From the bridge between Phalombe’s Healthy Center and the village.
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Table Mountain
Table Mountain, as seen while hanging out my hotel window in Cape Town.
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South Island Dusk
Ten years ago today, I returned from three weeks around New Zealand. I’ve posted most of the photos that I like from the trip, but revisiting the collection yielded a few more. This is an unmodified scan of a slide. The grain, the colours, the exposure — all as it was recorded when I pulled off the road to take this picture.
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No Rain
In the Atacama Desert of Bolivia, distant clouds gather above a peak. It’s high altitude and very very dry.
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Mozambique Mountain
Driving north between Blantyre and Lilongwe, looking west into Mozambique.
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Mulanje and Clouds
Mount Mulanje, from the window of the UNICEF vehicle.
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Oh Yes, It Will Save Many Lives
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.
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Upward Bound
Having acquired some kind of cold in Marrakech, I’ve started to cough. I hoped that good food and the warm air would snuff it out before it (and I) became a nuisance. No such luck. I awake today to begin a two-day mountain trek with a full-blown hacking cough.
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Is This Van Going to Asni?
After the insanity of Marrakech, our first stop is the village of Imlil. Because, when in a hot, desert country, what better a thing to do than climb a mountain without any of the appropriate equipment?
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Leavin, on a jet plane…
As I write this from an internet cafe in Auckland, I am awaiting lunch, awaiting my bus to the airport, awaiting my flight home (fingers crossed for a cancellation). New Rule: Buses loaded with Japanese tourists, faces pressed to the glass, all holding cameras (some holding two), can appear at any time, in any location.
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The Road to Mount Doom
It began this morning in Taupo with a 5 am wakeup call for the bus ride to Tongariro National Park. The bars were still bumping and thumping with New Year’s festivities, but I suited up with cold weather gear, attempting to be prepared for the Tongariro Crossing, billed as New Zealand’s most spectacular one-day walk.
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Your karma just ran over my dogma
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.