Last week I went to Philadelphia for a conference. I didn't have a ton of time to shoot, but I did manage to have a little fun with my iPhone as I traveled from place to place in town. I believe no shots are edited except the man sitting by the reflecting pool, which got a bit of VSCO editing on my phone. The image of me by the Love sculpture is by Lawrence Siulagi.
Nice person in Portland, Oregon, and beyond.
This winter before some shoots in Sedona, I traveled up the Arizona Route 60 highway through the Pinal mountains between Superior and Miami (pronounced "My Amma"). With the altitude the desert there in the Tonto National Forest can get more moisture than the valleys and so it bursts full of life. It is a rugged, rocky area, home I'm told to some of the world's largest tin and copper deposits.
On day 4 of my wonderfully packed visit to Iceland for Canopy by Hilton, we took a relaxing soak in the Blue Lagoon geothermal spa then ate lunch at their terrific restaurant before finally heading to the nearby airport. The perfect way to say farewell to this place. The spa is an oasis of modern luxury sitting alone in stark fields of black lava rock. The lagoon pool itself has a soft floor of what I assume is pulverized rock, and the water is sky blue. When we were there, the air was a hair above freezing; so clouds of steamy fog rose from the water and swirled in the breeze. Breathtakingly beautiful...
I was sitting on my balcony with my kids as the sky grew darker with the setting of the sun, and a ruffly smattering of clouds rolled over our heads like a blanket. I glanced up and thought the day was finished and night was upon us. Instead, the last rays of the sun from beyond the horizon suddenly began bouncing off the clouds (causing me to grab my camera) and what followed was my favorite sunset ever in Portland. Breathtaking, with all the colors of the rainbow dancing overhead like our own Oregon aurora...
In December 2015, I traveled to Venice, Italy, for a few shoots and a lot of R&R. One quick shoot was at the dazzling Palazzetto Pisani, which is a hotel on the Grand Canal, across from the Guggenheim and the Accademia. What a place! I felt like I'd stepped right into the Italy of E.M. Forster or Henry James.
