I’m a shy photographer – at least at first. I’m just not good at sticking a camera in someone’s face, much less directing them on how to pose. That’s why I tend to use longer focal lengths for street photography, because I can sit back unobtrusively and get natural candids without bothering anyone. For the bashful photographer, Mardi Gras is the perfect place to practice because everyone – and I mean everyone – is looking to get snapped. And the Zeiss Batis 85mm f/1.8 is an excellent lens with which to practice.
Conventional wisdom says “take one camera system on a trip” because it’s much more convenient. I disagree and here’s why.
Afghanistan is not technically at war and I was not strictly a tourist. But much of the country is driven by fear and uncertainty. In Kabul, helicopters thunder overhead – two crashed while I was there. SUV’s vie with herds of goats, meandering donkey carts and zipping minibuses – doors and throttles wide open – in […]
This was probably the most difficult photo I have ever taken, not just because it took three years of planning and one prior failed expedition to get to this spot, but also because it was -15°F and my fingers were too cold to move. It was about 6:00am, just after dawn, near the summit of Mustagh Ata, a fabled peak in the Chinese Pamirs. It’s name translates as “Father of Ice Mountains” in the Tadjik language.
Beijing is on the edge of the Loess Plateau, an area bound by a huge 500-mile bend of the Yellow River and known for its fine sand, almost like ground flour. Each spring, the sand would descend upon Beijing like Bartholomew’s Oobleck – there was no way to keep it out of your mouth or any other part of your body, even if you kept your windows closed. It was just everywhere. 1980- (2)Sometimes it blew in with a storm, other times it just descended quietly overnight like the first snow of winter – as it did in this photo. At the time I was staying in the Minzu Hotel with a group of advertising executives from McCann-Erickson.