I’d missed it completely at the time. I’ve only noticed now, that in the UNESCO heritage listed town of Alberobello, one of the trulli had lamps advertising Tuborg, a Danish beer. A little reminder of a boy who was waiting for me in Copenhagen? Where: Alberobello, Puglia region, Italy. What: Fuji X-E2 + XF 23mm f1.4 courtesy Fuji Danmark. How: 1/160, f10, ISO 200.
September 2014 One from back in September when I was in Italy, shooting Malini and Bram’s wedding. I haven’t written much about the actual wedding, largely because I don’t really have the words to describe the utter idyllic romance that is the Puglia region in Italy, the sumptuous luxury of Masseria Montenapoleone (wedding venue that was also accommodation), and the fact that Malini and Bram planned the weekend not only to celebrate their union, but for everyone to enjoy the surroundings and each other. At the 3 day event, afternoons were do-as-you-please. During one of these lulls, I tagged along with a bunch of my extended family, many of whom I’d met for the first time, to the UNESCO heritage listed town of Alberobello, famous for its trulli dwellings. I saw her, of the picture above; a buoy of stillness in a sea of frantic tourists. I’ll …
A snow storm hit Santa Fe earlier this evening. The blurry smear in the lower half of the picture above, is a streak of ice left by mostly-frozen wipers clearing the windshield of build up.
København, summer 2014.
under my tree-roof slanting lines of april rain separate to drops ~ Matsuo Bashō +
Nobody ever figures out what life is all about, and it doesn’t matter. Explore the world. Nearly everything is really interesting if you go into it deeply enough. ― Richard P. Feynman The first time I ever set eyes on the Very Large Array, I experienced a surge of euphoria. It was 2012, and I was in the car with Brian Miller, heading towards Pie Town and its pie festival. I’d just landed in Albuquerque, an unsuspecting, life-long-sea-level-dweller victim of its oxygenless stratospheric altitude.
Some days ago I had a birthday. My 34th. I am officially in my frighteningly adult sounding mid thirties.
Looking over Snake River. Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming.
Arches National Park, Utah.