Bengaluru, formerly known as Bangalore, is indeed a beautiful mess. Our visit last November was my first introduction to India and I must say that it wasn’t a good first impression. Blondie was there to attend a conference so, naturally, I tagged along, but I wasn’t ready for the full-frontal assault on my senses. The first thing I noticed was the traffic – millions of cars, auto-rickshaws, scooters, trucks, and buses going somewhere fast – all the while laying on their horns using them as part warning and part bat-like sonar. The second thing I noticed was that there were people everywhere. Bengaluru has a population of nearly nine million people and apparently none of them like to stay at home. Thirdly, and I say this not as an insult but more of as an observation, the city has a dire waste management issue as well as a number of other infrastructure problems, but I won’t get into all of them here. There are piles of trash of varying sizes and consistencies all over the city. Someone told me that occasionally the trash piles spontaneously combust, which must be a solid gold drag for the people who live near them. Lastly, one is never truly ready for their first encounter with a gigantic cow ambling down a crowded city sidewalk or the amount of stray street dogs giving you the stink eye – every time I encountered dogs I either felt bad, like I was sitting through one of those Sarah McLachlan animal cruelty commercials, or I felt like they were sizing me up as a possible meal. Continue reading
I have been experimenting with time lapses again and here is one I made just the other day. I made a few mistakes with the metering so it flickers a bit, and you can actually see my windows getting dirtier during the interval, but I can’t abide putting in the work and not showing it to you. The music is Love and Happiness by Al Greene because that’s what a Moonrise does for me.
My very first video on Afield. I set the camera to shoot the intersection below our hotel, went to bed, and this is what I had in the morning. I am accepting suggestions on which music to add to it.
This past summer, long before the Siberian winds started keeping me indoors for days at a time, we made a quick weekend trip to Seoul, South Korea for some shopping and a little dose of the western world (and Mexican food). Blondie, being the family travel agent, made the reservations and bought the tickets well ahead of the trip, but, unbeknownst to her, at around the same time some cosmic jackhole didn’t wash his hands and brought a terrifying infectious disease (MERS, also known as Camel Flu) to one of the most densely populated metropolitan areas in the world. The fallout and general madness that followed the outbreak gave us a little pause – should we be like the 100,000+ other tourists who said “f__k that!” and cancel our plans or should we just go and see what happens? Continue reading
I recently saw a post on Atlas Obscura by an airline pilot who wrote a book about his job/life (I like the idea of a book-worthy occupation), and in the introduction he displayed window seat photos that were sent in to him by airline passengers. Having taken seemingly countless flights around the world, I too have amassed a large collection of window seat photos since first purchasing a digital camera back in 2004. I’ve always kind of considered these photographs to be a bit of a cliché, but I continue to shoot them anyways because the world looks very beautiful and foreign from way up there. Here is a collection of some of my favorites in chronological order from 2005 until just a few weeks ago. I hope that you enjoy them.