First one in Brooklyn
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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Oregon
Lovely, ubiquitous Dutch Brothers Coffee stands, in the Willamette Valley
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Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
Farewell Camera
I will post no photographs for Aspen, Colorado. Not for this trip anyway.
Kevin’s from Colorado and he had never been to Aspen before. He was excited to go. on assignment for Travel & Leisure (look for it in August, I believe). Me, I am always excited to just go.
In Aspen, the time was off-season and the stores were closed, streets were empty, the trees still barren and the sky was muddy. My stomach was a mess. I felt horrible. I must have swallowed too many dinoflagellates while swimming around the Bio Bay for 2+ hours to make those photographs.
We woke up early and Kevin began shooting. I would scramble around on the ground where all of the gear was. Every time I stood up, I thought I would faint. He put down his Canon 5d about two feet to my right and I kept feeding him 4x5 film holders. He was shooting a fly fisherman while we were on a bridge for a jogging trail just east of town. Not that many joggers went by, about half of them were pushing strollers.
A few minutes passed and we turned around, reaching for the digital camera. But it was not there.
We searched the area, the river, the river bank, called the police, and posted a sign. I called the National Forest ranger station and endured a tongue-lashing about permits. Despite taking all possible measures, the camera is gone. Perhaps overwhelmed by the fantasy land of designer ski-wear, Prada and silver Cadillac Escalades, some opportunistic jogger just had to steal the nice digital camera.
The police report part of our life is not so glamorous.
Kevin’s from Colorado and he had never been to Aspen before. He was excited to go. on assignment for Travel & Leisure (look for it in August, I believe). Me, I am always excited to just go.
In Aspen, the time was off-season and the stores were closed, streets were empty, the trees still barren and the sky was muddy. My stomach was a mess. I felt horrible. I must have swallowed too many dinoflagellates while swimming around the Bio Bay for 2+ hours to make those photographs.
We woke up early and Kevin began shooting. I would scramble around on the ground where all of the gear was. Every time I stood up, I thought I would faint. He put down his Canon 5d about two feet to my right and I kept feeding him 4x5 film holders. He was shooting a fly fisherman while we were on a bridge for a jogging trail just east of town. Not that many joggers went by, about half of them were pushing strollers.
A few minutes passed and we turned around, reaching for the digital camera. But it was not there.
We searched the area, the river, the river bank, called the police, and posted a sign. I called the National Forest ranger station and endured a tongue-lashing about permits. Despite taking all possible measures, the camera is gone. Perhaps overwhelmed by the fantasy land of designer ski-wear, Prada and silver Cadillac Escalades, some opportunistic jogger just had to steal the nice digital camera.
The police report part of our life is not so glamorous.
Memorial Day
A gentle condemnation of war, tated eloquently and sorrowfully in the New York Times by Nancy Sherman today.
Travel as profession or pleasure has its problems (carbon usage, hello?) but I fervently believe that people meeting each other across cultures will lead to more peace and progress than any war ever will. I have been to View Nam now, and it's impossible to imagine fighting a war with the country. Despite the statues of Ho Chi Minh everywhere, the Vietnamese seemed happy enough to simply do business. Let's hope that I could travel to Afghanistan, maybe in less than ten years, and come back saying the same thing.
In honor of all of those who've been hurt by the stupidity of war.
Travel as profession or pleasure has its problems (carbon usage, hello?) but I fervently believe that people meeting each other across cultures will lead to more peace and progress than any war ever will. I have been to View Nam now, and it's impossible to imagine fighting a war with the country. Despite the statues of Ho Chi Minh everywhere, the Vietnamese seemed happy enough to simply do business. Let's hope that I could travel to Afghanistan, maybe in less than ten years, and come back saying the same thing.
In honor of all of those who've been hurt by the stupidity of war.
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