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Wellington, briefly

I was on a press trip in China a few years ago and heard our host describe our fast-paced schedule as “to appreciate the flower from a gallop”. Sometimes I feel that most of my life is lived that way. Always at a gallop. Certainly my few days in Wellington, New Zealand, fit that description. It was the core of the Society of American Travel Writers Annual Convention and I had several roles to play: I was finishing my term up as Chair of the Society’s Freelance Council, I was on the professional development committee helping to coordinate a few of the sessions on photography, I was helping with the judging and presentation of the winners for a “photo shootout” that took place just prior to the convention, and I was trying to glean some benefit for myself in the form of getting some stock images and making contacts with various writers and PR professionals. Sounds like a lot to do in four days, doesn’t it? I’m not complaining, however. I’ve gotten a lot out of the organization and I’m happy to contribute when I can as well. That said, I might have overdone it a bit this time. Live and learn.

The shot on the left sums up much of my time in Wellington — I saw glimpses of the city through windows as I passed from meeting room to meeting room. These coffee cups were set up for the attendees of my Freelance Council meeting one morning and I was somewhat relieved to see the rain outside as I felt that I maybe wasn’t missing quite so much that day afterall. On the right is a quick shot of Andrew McCarthy, actor-turned-travelwriter, who was our keynote speaker at the first day’s lunch. The shot at the top of this post was made at a reception the night before. I had taken a camera — just in case — and was relieved to see that one side of our venue opened to the waterfront when a beautiful sunset appeared. I missed out on some hors d’oeuvres that evening, but got a few nice shots.

Our final dinner and the presentation of the photo shootout winners was held at the Te Papa museum, above. An amazing place. Wellington is one of those great cities that deserves much more time than I was able to give it on this trip. I hope to return one day soon to explore further and to reconnect with my new Wellingtonian friends. But, for the next few posts we’ll be off to the South Island of New Zealand…

Decade in review: 2004

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Continuing my review of the the past decade…

I attended my first SATW Annual Convention in 2004 in St. Moritz, Switzerland. It was an absolutely amazing trip. A highlight during the convention was a sunrise shoot from the peak of Mt. Pers in the Bernina Alps. A small group of us took the cable car up to the ski area at Diavolezza the evening before. There were some dormitories there where we spent the night, rising well before dawn to hike the rest of the way to the peak. With only LED headlamps to see by, we followed our guide up a steep, narrow and rocky trail. It was almost total blackness. I regretted taking my full pack with me immediately.

We arrived at the summit just as the horizon began to glow. I shot like a maniac for what seemed like only minutes but was probably more like an hour and a half. The shot above is one of the later images when the sun had risen and was beginning to send beams down through the fog in the valleys.

When it was time to head back to the lift, I finally noticed the trail we had come up on. It was a treacherously thin line snaking down an incredibly steep incline of sharp, loose rock with a sheer drop to one side. I was glad I hadn’t been able to see where I had been going on the way up. Once back at the cable car deck, there was another surprise — it had broken down. After some phone calls the decision was made that a rescue helicopter would be sent up for us. A great morning just got better!

When the helicopter arrived, we were divided into groups of three for our trips down the mountain. On my flight I got the distinct impression that the young pilot was trying to frighten the “tourists” by buzzing low over the mountain tops and descending quickly at a dizzying angle to the valleys below. I absolutely loved it.

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After the convention, I spent a few days in Lucerne before continuing south into the Ticino. I stayed at the Art Deco Hotel Montana within walking distance of the old town and its famous covered bridges. The hotel had its own funicular that would take you up the steep hillside from the lake and right to the lobby. My room had a balcony overlooking the old town — basically the reverse of the scene you see here as the hotel is on the near hillside in the center of this photo.

I had an unlimited rail pass for 10 days and made use of it to cross the Alps and spend one last week in the Ticino — the southern, Italian-speaking part of Switzerland. This area is very different from most people’s idea of Switzerland. The Italian influence is everywhere and the climate is more tropical.

I remember having difficulty in planning for this trip in choosing between staying in Lugano or Locarno. Both are in the same region and I was really looking for a town that would be walkable and very distinctive. My thought process was that I had shot many of the iconic Swiss scenes in Zurich, St. Moritz and Lucerne — I wanted this last week to focus on a side of Switzerland that would be entirely different and visually unique. I also felt that the Ticino was less well-covered in the stock world so images might have more value.

In the end I chose Lugano and just made a day trip to Locarno. I feel that Lugano was definitely the right decision and had the picturesque setting that I had hoped for. On the shore of Lake Lugano and surrounded by mountains, my rail pass also gave me free access to excursion boats to more remote towns like Morcote and Ghandria (seen here).

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It was a great trip and I came away with a lot of images for the stock files. The only downside was a cold or sinus infection that I came down with while in Lucerne. Upon arrival in Lugano I visited a small pharmacy in amidst the butchers and grocers of the local market. I pantomimed my symptoms to the non-English-speaking pharmacist and was given something called “Retard”. To this day I’m not sure what it was but I felt nearly perfect within hours.

Tough work if you can get it

Luxor Hilton

I can’t complain about my job. I try to but nobody buys it. Truth is, it’s a pretty darned good job. I get to stay at places like the Luxor Hilton (shown above) in Luxor, Egypt and take photos. Sounds pretty sweet, doesn’t it? Take a look back across that infinity pool in the other direction:

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That’s the Nile beyond the pool and the palm trees and the Valley of the Kings lies just over that mountain.

No. It’s a pretty good life.

The downside is the upside. I never get to relax by such a pool. With beautiful light like this, you’d better believe I’m scampering around taking photos. Whether I’m on assignment or not, I have to shoot. It would be painful for me to sit on one of those lounge chairs and “relax.” Relax? Are you kidding me? No, I’ll take the 2:00 am wake-up calls and the long days lugging a backpack full of gear. It’s my job.

And I wouldn’t do anything else.

Update: Okay… full disclosure. I don’t ALWAYS get to stay in places like the Luxor Hilton. Need I tell you about the time I spent a freezing winter night by a river in a four-foot-tall plywood enclosure with a cardboard box for a toilet so that I could shoot some migrating birds? ‘Nuf said.

But I still think it’s a pretty good job.

Eatin’ fire and spittin’ out razors

Just another lazy night in the ol’ home town. Wandered down to Mass. Street last night to catch the second annual Busker’s Festival and grabbed a few shots of the street performers…

rope tricks

fire eater

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These were all shot on my Nikon D700 at ISO 800. Then I ran into Doug, who goaded me into using ISO 6400 for the first time…

spitting out razor blades

two eating fire

Somehow I don’t think it will be the last time I tread in that high-ISO territory. The results were remarkably good. Thanks, Doug — looking forward to seeing some of your shots!

High ISO, low noise

Karnak Temple in Luxor, Egypt

On my last night in Luxor, Egypt, I attended the sound and light show at Karnak Temple. I had heard that it would be crowded and that we’d be on the move, walking through the temple as it was illuminated, so I left the tripod at the hotel and hoped that the low noise of my new D700 would allow me to get what I needed. Now that I’m home and have the images on screen… suffice it to say that I’m impressed.

The shot above was taken at ISO 3200, f/2.8, handheld at 1/10 of a second with a Nikon D700 and the Nikkor 17-35. ISO 3200. With my D200 I would cringe every time I cranked it up to 800. There’s a bit of noise when you look at this image at full size but very, very little. Yes, I’m quite pleased.

Would a tripod have improved this shot? Sure. I could have left the ISO at 200 and had no noise whatsoever. But I have a whole variety of shots from this evening. I could compose and recompose quickly without the burden of the tripod. In the end, I think I came away with more usable images than had I taken the sticks.

Thanks, Nikon. I’m a believer.

Moon over Luxor

Moon over Luxor, Egypt

It’s day three of my three-day trip home from Egypt. The day before yesterday I flew from Luxor, Egypt to Cairo where I overnighted before continuing on to New York and then Chicago where I stayed last night. One more leg to Kansas City this afternoon and then I’ll be home.

Lots more stories and photos to share. I’ll be fast-tracking these images for my stock agencies so expect to see more as I move through the files. I plan on using Lightroom this time rather than my usual Bridge/ACR workflow so I’ll share any observations I have regarding that as well.

It’s good to be (almost) home.

Performance in Zhouzhuang

I attended an evening performance in Zhouzhuang, China, not really knowing what to expect. I’ve been to a lot of community shows that depict their history through dance and song before and I hate to say that most had done nothing to get my hopes up for this one. Upon arrival at the outdoor performance area set amidst the canals that flow through the old town, my hopes rose. When the show began with an Olympic-opening-ceremony-like extravaganza — I left my seat and headed for a side railing where I could shoot. The next hour (was it more?) was a rush of light and color — truly incredible. I recorded what I could, but it doesn’t do the show justice. Here is a quieter moment that is better able to be conveyed in a still image.

Dancer with umbrella

And thanks to my brother, Bruce, for the loan of his D300. The extra high ISO performance was greatly appreciated!

Storms moving in

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All during dinner I was watching the weather outside the windows of the dining room of the Mount Magazine Lodge as the clouds descended. Storms are moving past to the north and tornados have been spotted in the area of Ozark, Arkansas. It looks like the most severe weather will miss us but it’s still a bit rough out there. I’d just about given up on getting any twilight shots tonight when the mist cleared just enough to show the trees across the road from the lodge. I grabbed the camera and ran outside for a few last shots of the day. Some of my favorites as it turns out. The low clouds were blowing through very fast and the visibility would rapidly come and go. I thought about going back inside for the tripod but noticed the trees were rocking back and forth so it really wouldn’t have helped. I cranked up the ISO as far as I dared and did the best I could hand-held.

Scouting

Clinton Library

Clinton Library scouting shotI’m often on a tight schedule when shooting and that’s not always a good thing. Yesterday, I had the luxury of getting into Little Rock fairly early so that I cold scout some things that I would be shooting during my stay here. Foremost among those was the Clinton Presidential Library. My scouting shot is seen in the small image and the resulting shot from later in the day is at the top of this post.

Scouting in this case was a huge help. I had originally wanted a shot from the cantilevered end of the Library. I’d seen shots like this that I thought were fairly successful. Once on site, however, I came to the conclusion that these must have been shot from the old railroad bridge that will be a future pedestrian path over the Arkansas River. Note the word “future”. The bridge is currently fenced off and has a disturbing lack of decking to walk on. These other photos I’d seen must have been made with more pre-planning and permissions than I can manage on this trip.

So, on to plan B. Walking around the Library I finally came across the fountains in front that I thought could be well used as a reflecting pool once it got a little darker. I framed up a few shots and knew where I wanted to be when I came back at sunset. I’m happy with the results but I also tried a few variations during the brief half hour of good light. Here’s another from the other end of the fountain where the water inexplicably shoots up higher. (Maybe this is a water pressure issue or maybe it’s symbolic — if I find out when I tour the Library later, I’ll let you know.)

Clinton Library, second option

Now… if only that light wasn’t burned out…

Memorable meals, part 2

Me as a monk Yesterday I wrote about the amazing kalbi dinner I’d had in South Korea two years ago to the day. Today, I’ll once again go back two years to the next evening when I participated in the Beomeosa Templestay program.

In the morning we had traveled to Busan and, after spending a couple of hours exploring their amazing fish market, headed over to the Beomeosa Temple where we would spend the next 20 or so hours living among — and learning about the daily life of — Korean buddhist monks. The first task was to dress the part. Here I am after donning the provided gear (the t-shirt and socks were mine).

Believe it or not, a short Powerpoint presentation came next that explained a bit about what we would be experiencing during Templestay. Soon after it was time for Balwoo Gongyang, the communal Buddhist meal service. We were each provided a stack of bowls wrapped in white cloth and we were led in single file through the temple grounds to the dining hall.

Temple dinner Balwoo Gongyang is no simple event. The entire process was described to us in detail by a young monk. He began by getting us properly arranged and sitting on the floor in four rows. Once we were arranged, it was time to arrange our bowls and other utensils that we had brought with us. There were four bowls and they each needed to be placed in a certain position in front of us and each had a specific purpose. The nested bowls were removed one by one using the thumbs only and placed in their correct spot without making a sound.

I’ll skip ahead here because dinner took several hours due to the lengthy description of each step. I’ll just say that you were to take less food than you needed to be full, you were to eat everything you took, the bowls were rinsed one into the other in a specific sequence, scrubbed with a radish slice which you then ate, and the wash water was then poured into a large pot that was circulated around the room. If there was any food particles remaining in the water when everyone had finished, the water would be divided among all of us to drink. The idea was to teach young monks (and in this case, us) not to waste. And, believe me, we didn’t waste.

Temple crafts

After the meal, we had a surreal arts & crafts session with the monks and made paper lotus lanterns out of paper cups and candles. It was dark by now and we went outside where our candles were lit (my lantern immediately burst into flames and was destroyed entirely) and we paraded through the temple grounds passing a variety of huge golden buddhas in small buildings along the way.

Back inside we had a lengthy tea ceremony with teachings on buddhist philosophy and we were finally led off to our communal rooms for the night where we slept on the heated wood floors just as the monks.

While the meal was not memorable in the same way as the kalbi feast of the day before, this was definitely one experience I will never forget.

Lantern walk