from two years ago at Peyto Lake in Alberta, CA. probably the most beautiful place I've ever been to.
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from two years ago at Peyto Lake in Alberta, CA. probably the most beautiful place I've ever been to.
granada was quite spectacular, most notably the alhambra and the albaicin neighborhood. unfortunately we only allocated one full day to spend there. this was the pinnacle of the entire trip for amy, who has studied islamic art and architecture -- so this was something of a pilgrimage for her.
barcelona -- especially its architecture and city design -- was quite intriguing. notably absent from this is la sagrada familia, which we did visit and it was incredible. but because of its sheer scale and because it's surrounded by low buildings, I was unable to make a compelling composition of it.
we had a short stint in sevilla. not a lot to show from this, except our killer rooftop terrace view and a fortuitously named door on the outside of the bullfighting ring.
finally getting around to posting some of my film images of our trip to Spain a few months ago. here are a few from madrid.
visitation.
intrusion.
Its magic may be that it is neither one or the other; neither the end or the beginning of the day. Regardless, it was four in the morning I was standing on my front steps waiting for my friend Matt Sawyer. Even at that bleary time the horizon was not black but starting to glow with an infant light that would eventually mature into the day. I am on a planet that spins at one thousand miles per hour. I thought of that while drinking coffee from my thermos. 4 AM is some how a time set aside, another dimension.
I would like to say we had a plan but at best it was a vague direction, an impulse West. From Seattle we drove south around the bottom end of the Puget sound. We connected with the 101 and headed back up alongside the Hood Canal. Eventually we swung left around the north side of the Olympics as we skipped along the Strait of Juan de Fuca. Our day, the one that began at 4am in Seattle, ended at Railto Beach on the Pacific Ocean for a late sunset. The earth was still spinning at a breakneck speed and I felt it in the waves crashing upon the giant redwood carcases that lie bleach-white in boney piles on the edge of the continent. That day we hiked Hurricane ridge in the Olympic mountains, I napped next to the crystal clear Crescent Lake and we almost made it half way down the Dungeoness Spit before turning back. We ate food at a divey Mexican cantina and headed back to a rented room in Sequim (Don’t beat yourself up… it’s pronounced Skwim).
Sawyer photographs landscapes and we thought it would be fun to explore the Washington Peninsula. We brought our cameras much in the same way buddies bring fishing poles to the lake and pretend it matters if they catch anything. We tried to travel during the bad light and shoot during the good but with no plan, we got what we got; a great road trip and some lovely memories… and even a few good photographs.
Had an adventurous yet short expedition to the Olympic Peninsula this weekend with my friend Stanton. Once my film is processed and scanned, I'll be sharing some of the work from the trip.
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verge.