Low Tide Walk
Mont Saint Michel, France
Mont Saint Michel, France
A young woman pumps water from Likalawe’s well.
Taken during my ill-fated attempt at a timelapse photography using a tripod mounted on a moving kayak. At least I kept the boat upright and my glasses on my head. This is also one of the few shots I’ve posted with no post-processing.
June is one of the few months that the San Diego area sees clouds, cold and even rain, and my short visit had all of the above. It was still a spectacular weekend, although I didn’t take nearly as many photos as I had hoped.
I’m still considering just how to process this shot, and if it even belongs here. I go back and forth between this and a B&W version, but I like the vintage look for this one.
Winning the prize for Most Stunningly Modern and Attractive Metro System is Athens, an achievement that would normally be fabulous. Except in Athens, it is a subway system designed to deliver passengers around a disgustingly rancid hellholeish cesspool of a city.
Set on an emerald blue lake, surrounded by the gentle mountains that mark the beginning of the Julian Alps, Bled has been a tourist favourite for decades. About a hundred decades, in fact, as the resort town of 5000 people is celebrating its thousandth year.
Amongst guidebooks’ most frequently offered safety-conscious tips: “Avoid large crowds and gatherings.” Whatever. I was touring Lisbon’s Castello de Jorge the other night when the horns started. Yelling crowds, swelling in numbers, swarming the streets. Cars honking in continuous blasts. Then more cars, building to a cacophony of earsplitting proportions.
Abel Tasman National Park has golden beaches and water so clear that kayaks in shallow water simply appear to be floating in space. I bask in the sun and climb some of the 57 km of trails that wind and twist through dense trees. I wander beaches and explore tiny side trails.