Archive for the ‘Travel’ Category
Neglect
My friend Ali tells me that when I neglect my blog she wanders off onto the sites of my linked friends. This amuses me because I’m often rambling about how I want everyone I know and love to know and love each other. So if neglect leads to community is it such a bad thing?
Some love from the “A” Channel
This morning my new friend Kurt Stoodley called into his Ottawa morning show on the “A” Channel from here in El Salvador. While he reported on our trip, a selection of photos that I’ve taken so far aired as the visuals! I’m pretty excited to see the clip.
Landed and Safe
Brazilian Dreams
I spent only a little over a week in Fortaleza Brazil but strangely I dream of it often. My memories of the landscape, the smells, textures and people are very clear. Often it takes me a few months (years!) to revisit the photographs from a country, but I happen to be sorting through all of my photographs for my new portfolio site. I stumbled across these images and they reminded me of my dreams so I thought I would share them. The first and third are images of the Atlantic ocean and the middle a shot is of one of the favelas bordering Fortaleza’s city dump.
Cab ride blessings.
Yesterday a cab driver named Emmanuel drove me to the Norman Felix Gallery with my Kenya prints. We talked about how his brother was living in Nairobi and “Had I ever been there?” “Yes!” I replied enthusiastically telling him about my visit to the Canadian consulate and my misadventures on the bus ride over. He told me that his family was from Ethiopia, and when I told him that I had been there also the conversation really took off. We talked buna ta ta, injera, Abyesha, Addis Ababa, and the eventually the Full Gospel church. We discovered that his family attended the same church as my friends in Addis.
When he dropped me off he blessed me, and it made me feel nostalgic and hopeful. The experience inspired me to revisit my Ethiopia photos and I found this one. The man pictured is an Orthodox priest in Abote district. I photographed him right before dinner as the sun was setting.
From that famous walk home,
While in Kenya we would walk the same route everyday. To the Nakumat, to the orphanage, back to our house, back to the orphanage. I’d often (almost always) have my camera slung around my shoulder. These photos were shot along the way.
A Change in Perspective (Finally)
