We went glamping in the desert in Oman for a night. The next morning, Carmel pointed us to our next destination.
Using better tools than the sense of direction of a toddler, we put our trust in Waze. As we followed a school bus up a dirt road following the edge of a cliff road, we thought that maybe we were being led astray, but wanted to see where it would lead us. As you can see in this panorama, the answer is nowhere, except a stunning view.
Eventually we turned around and found a main road.
In the realm of completely unexpected, I had no idea that Tim Hortons was anywhere else, let alone Oman. At first I was skeptical that this was the real deal. When I turned the corner and saw the sign, I gave it a double-check to make sure I wasn’t walking into Tom Hartons or some absurd imitation. The only way to know for sure was to order a double-double and see what would happen. Turns out, it was the real deal.
There are some things in life that should never have an asterisk and small print. One example is courtesy of Schindler that says, “This elevator is absolutely safe for people to use” with a big asterisk a the end. It’s like when an airline sends me an email offering $29 fares, or anything a car company might advertise. Except this is an elevator in my apartment building! It’s safe *wink* *wink*.
On our third portrait session, we reached the point of having a system for getting the basics figured out, and started experimenting. It meant that we could have some fun trying different things with the subject. Adding props such as a mirror reinforced both the need to have a vision for the end result, but also an eye for the details in the pose and composition.
We tried another round of portraits and this time we were much better at managing the technical details, at least for the basic setups we were trying out. This meant we were much more engaged with our model.
In trying out different poses, I learned that there’s a certain amount of exaggeration or unnaturalness in certain poses, but through the lens, that unnaturalness looks more natural and pleasing to the eye.
A friend asked if I’d be interested in shooting some portraits with him. I gave an enthusiastic yes, but when we actually got around to shooting, I quickly realized that one needs a plan, and I didn’t have one. I learned that the only way to get a consistent look from a photo, especially in a studio, is to really think through the technical details in advance. When I was focused on figuring out the lighting, I wasn’t focused on helping the model relax and find the right pose.
This shot came about on an impulse. I could visualize what I wanted, but it wasn’t until I climbed up on a chair to get above the subject that the look came together.
The only way we could describe these very tall, very strange looking plants was as “Dr. Seuss Plants.”
Above the clouds, the Northern California scenery was equally stunning.
I have to admit, this never crossed my mind. Brilliant!
I spotted this poster on the wall in an old home in Half Moon Bay and liked it.
Boys had boats, their favorite toy
Not I –
When I was just a boy.
I dreamt of wings for soaring high
And cutting wakes in yonder sky.
And where my father’s footsteps went-
Into the firmament
The only reference to this poem I can find online is in this book:
The crowd grew increasingly dense as Iftar approached. Every form of halal deliciousness was being prepared in massive quantities.
Off a side street, the men operating a small factory bottling a creamy looking bright yellow drink invited me in to see what they were preparing. I have no idea what the neon coloured liquid was, but it must be popular given the volumes they were pouring from various vats.
A few streets away, there was an equally lively trade in non-edible products, especially those with some glitter in them.
I’m not sure what was in the bag.
The sun was slowly descending as the vendors started preparing for the nightly breaking of the fast during Ramadan in Mumbai’s Mohammed Ali Road. Minara Masjid appears in the reflection of a balloon being blown up by a date vendor.
On the ground floor of a nondescript apartment building in Mumbai is one of the few remaining traditional Indian wrestling training centres. Every morning and evening the men gather to train.