While spending some time at home in San Antonio, Texas, I got to venture up to Austin for an evening of Stubb's BBQ and watching bats fly out from underneath the Congress Bridge. While waiting for the nightly exodus, I went for a wander around the parks to look at all the people out of the Colorado River of Texas (did you know there was a second Colorado River? I sure didn't). I always thought I would get into kayaking or canoeing when I graduated college and live somewhere like Austin where I could casually play in the water al the time... and then I moved to Chicago and sold my car. Maybe next time. Or maybe I should buy that foldable kayak I found that transforms into a giant portfolio and strap that on my bike on my way to Lake Michigan..
Throw-back images taken at Fiesta on Main in San Antonio, Texas while traveling home to see family.
I once sat on the Asian side of Istanbul for a while in this man's tailoring shop. The whole time he mended pants, he fed me sweet rosehip tea and told me stories about his life.
While traveling through Beit Lehem, I got a little distracted. I was set to see the churches, the sites, the "things to see". But I tend to get distracted. Walking up the hill, I somehow missed it all. I saw one side street that lead to the next, opening up to a large market. Full of vegetables and delicious pastries, I got distracted. I never made it to the sites. I missed all of them, yet I missed nothing all at the same time. I am realizing I am a terrible tourist. Like the time I went to Paris and got distracted by the gelato and the crepes, never making it to the Eifel Tower. I just get distracted easily. Sometimes by food, sometimes by alleyways. You just can't have it all. So I don't even try anymore.
Don't worry, this butcher asked me to photograph him. They are onto me.
I know that I already posted some photographs of fishermen in Istanbul.. but I was going through photographs and decided I just needed to edit more. There is just something nice and pleasing about the color of the sky and the lines of the poles. The quietness of the fishing despite the wildness of the city.
Over the last two months I have been doing some work with Bedouin Brothers, a travel organization in Jordan. They host eco tours throughout the country, from hiking to camels and rock climbing. They sleep in caves and Bedouin tents, speaking handfuls of languages and cooking delicious foods over fires. They currently have a website, but I am in the process of working on a new one for them full of pretty photographs of adventures and adventurous places to visit. In the meantime, check out some of the highlights from working with this company.
Ghassab, one of the two brothers
An Australian boy taking a hiking tour with Ghassab, hiking form Dana to Petra.
The mountains and dunes of Wadi Araba.
Travelers sliding down the dunes of Wadi Araba.
A traveler riding through the Jordanian deserts in the back of a pickup truck.
Mushroom rock of Wadi Rum.
A hot spring for bathing and healing, feeding into the Dead Sea.
A woman soaking in the salts of the Dead Sea.
A camel driver taking a break on the beaches of Aqaba.
Taking a vacation from my cave life in Petra, Jordan, I hopped on a bus and headed to Jerusalem. Yesterday I went through many of the sites, checking out all the fantastically old and historic places I have heard about since a child. One of these places was the Wailing Wall, also known as the Western Wall. A large wall in the Old City, with smooth rocks from the hands of so many pilgrims and cracks filled with peoples secret prayers.
I have been doing a handful of commercial photography work here in Jordan recently. Surrounded by tourism agencies in Petra and people who are guides, I have had my fair share of free trips in exchange for photographs. I have been able to go to places such as Wadi Rum, Aqaba, the Dead Sea, and Wadi Araba. This photograph was made for The Bedouin Brothers and the new blog/website I am helping them create. It's still a work in progress, still have a handful of pages to fix, images to take and upload. But, feel free to check it out in the meantime.
While flying here to Turkey something dramatic happened on my flight. Not exactly sure what, but it happened. And it involved IVs, five doctors, and a four hour stop over in Montreal to get the person off the plane and get cleared to fly again. And it all began one hour into my flight. I'm flying to Jordan today...let's hope we don't go for round two.
Leaving Chicago I knew I was about to be sleepy for a week straight. So many photoshoots, so little time was ahead of me. But, I did it. One whole calendar, a day spent in a restaurant photographing, family shoots, and engagements. If I have ever been a weary traveler, this was it. I photographed this boy sitting on the ground of the Midway airport when I left, and now I get where he's coming from and this is exactly how I will feel the whole drive to Nebraska today.