In Lord of the Rings lore, I guess one would say, “The Breaking of the Fellowship.” For more than three weeks, this group has practically spent every minute together. Besides that, this group – and a few others – have been working on this project and this trip for the better part of 6 months.
I like London. A lot. It has just enough of a mix of things. Most of the great cities of the world do. And London is no different. But it is different. If you sit and try to think of all the cliche things that you possibly can of places around the world, there might
If you live in fear… you will never live. When you travel, you are living one of the finest ways. Nothing that was ever done with monumental or lasting influence was done by someone who sat idly by or “let things happen.” (Great sky today, yes?) The leaders of the world who have actually made
When you wake up in the morning, you just don’t expect that before you sleep… …you will drink a gallon of tea in a town shockingly reminiscent of somewhere in Switzerland… …get motion sick on windy roads in the Atlas Mountains except you don’t want to miss a moment of the ruins flying past your
Who are these people? Who grows up here in this movie set? Who goes to school all their young lives walking these streets? Who sees this every day, the common and the uncommon? What, then, is uncommon? Common, the streams of sunlight speckling the sawdust through the tiny, narrow streets between workers shops… Do these
I consider it a privilege to travel. To see and photograph a people and a land so different from my own. To make an image of something “normal” in that country… but when viewed back home it represents something completely foreign, bizarre. I consider it doubly an honor to visit one of these places twice.
I cannot, with images, do justice to this part of the trip. The road to Agra, India, should have been a fairly manageable 4 or 5 hour drive from Delhi. We left around 8:30pm and should have gotten there no later than 1am. No problem, right? At 8:30am we arrived in Agra the next morning.
…coming down from a dream. Blowing away the clouds and seeing, once again, what cannot be. Take your time with these photos, my friend. It took many of us a moment to really grasp what we were seeing. No, I’m not talking about the dinosaur coming over the hillside on the right of the frame…
The conventional world view says that something different from yourself should be feared. It happens with race… but I’ve been in places in Africa with children who have never seen a white man before and they seem to have no concept of it. It happens with religion… Christians who have never spoken to an Islamic
I’m going to continue the dream motif here. Because the level off surreality is off the charts. However, this also will mean absurd amounts of photographs – last time was 50-something, this time in the high-40’s. I’m keeping the posts to one day at a time. The images you saw yesterday were from May 24.
Fair warning: this is a rather large post, very photo-heavy. There’s 50-something images ahead. You may want to just load up the page and come back when its done. When you’re bouncing around like this, its hard not to feel as if the rabbit hole never ends. Above, this was the view out my window