Another summer has come and gone...
Tomorrow is the first official day of Autumn...AND it's Monday.
Keep your wanderlust alive, though, by signing on for the weekly #travelpics chat on twitter, hosted by Kathryn Cooper a.k.a. @AntiTourist and her co-hosts @sihpromatum, @TheTravelCamel, @VibrantIreland, and @travellingmolly... Check in at 3 p.m. ET/ noon on the West Coast.
This week's theme will be "black and white" in travel photography...
...which got me thinking back to when I first began thinking about taking black-and-white photos. It was during the year I lived in Paris; all I had, in those pre-digital-camera days, on my grad-school budget was a point-and-shoot...The Monoprix supermarket around the corner from where I lived had a kiosk where I would drop off my rolls of film, hoping for scenes to turn out. Few cities are as photographically documented as Paris, but even so, I was anxious to get a few shots that would be "MINE" and not just some postcard.
One winter morning, then, from the roof of the Printemps department store:
During that winter, I spent a week-and-a-half down in Barcelona,
thinking about my father who had died only a year-and-a-half before.
he'd spent quite a bit of time in Spain before he met my mother;
I ended up chasing his ghost around the city.
This wall in the Barri Gòtic got me thinking about all that gets embedded in a place,
all that gets embedded in us as we travel...
Another wall, several years later, far from Spain--
one of the finest examples of Inca stonework:
the twelve-angled stone in Cuzco, Perú.
No metal tools, no mortar.
Centuries of earthquakes haven't toppled this wall;
the masonry is so well-fitted that even today,
not even a sheet of paper will fit between the stones.
When shape and texture alone are what you want to capture in an image,
color becomes a distraction.
Moving to Arizona seven years ago, we couldn't get enough of the iconic saguaros. I've since calmed down a bit, taking fewer cactus pics, but here's one of my favorites from our first hike in Saguaro National Park.
The botany here invites zooming in--this agave almost becomes a study in abstract repetition:
Back to France and architecture--
last summer my wife and I finally made it to the Château de Chenonceau.
It's one of the most photographed sights in Europe, with its arches over the River Cher. Don't make the mistake of passing it by, thinking that it would just be better to avoid the crowds by going to some other castle. Come here mid-week, in the late afternoon, when the big tour-bus-groups begin to leave. You'll have the Renaissance galleries and gardens almost to yourself if you stay until closing time.
(and, incidentally, all the rest of these are iPhone-photos)
Still in France, to the Southwest, now,
in the Tower of the Château de Montaigne...
...the residence of the famed Renaissance man Michel de
Montaigne, who, in some ways, can be considered Europe's first 'modern' writer,
inventor of the essay and a 'blogger' before his time. During the year I lived
in France as a grad-student, I'd never had the chance to make my way down to
this part of France; it was a delight to wander around the
vineyard-covered landscape.
Montaigne (1533-1592) spent the last years of his life in
the circular tower of his family's château, converting its different levels
into his chapel, library, study, and bedroom. He wrote all of his
"Essais" here, in semi-retirement after years of public service and
traveling. While my visit was not exactly a 'literary pilgrimmage,' being in
this tower, in the rooms where so many thoughts were carefully crafted so long
ago--it was sobering.
Thinking about the ability of photography to capture a
moment and render it timeless, this passage from Montaigne comes to mind:
"The utility
of living consists not in the length of days, but in the use of time; a man may
have lived long, and yet lived but a little. Make use of time while it is
present with you. It depends upon your will, and not upon the number of days,
to have a sufficient length of life."
Back to the Southwest US,
a streetscape in Santa Fe:
A scene from earlier this summer--an oasis on the outskirts of Tucson drying out:
No shortage of water here,
flowing in the Jeonju River in S. Korea this past June:
...and from Jeonju up to Seoul,
for this view of Zaha Hadid's recently completed Dongdaemun Design Plaza:
...and some of the not-so-spiral stairs inside:
this scene from the Jardin des Tuileries in Paris:
And some outdoor cooking, in front of the XVIIIth-c. Mission San Xavier del Bac, just outside of Tucson:
And finally, to the Grand Canyon State's namesake landscape:
Last November, I spent a couple of days here; I hadn't been in a few years, and I also had a little bit of
fact-finding to do for a project I was working on. In the past, the timing hadn't
worked out to see sunset or sunrise over the vast chasm, so I made sure to
include time for that on this trip. As I arrived at dawn and made my way to the
edge of the South Rim, I saw that the canyon was filled with a sea of fog--I
didn't learn until later that it was a rare inversion, a climatic phenomenon
that only occurs once a decade or so in the Grand Canyon--definitely a
privileged moment! I meant to take some photos of the sunrise and the morning
light spilling into the gorges below, but instead, the play of light and fog
ended up stealing the show.
I took this particular photo just a few minutes after
arriving. While the sunrise a half-hour later was indeed spectacular, this shot
ended up being one of my favorites. This particular tree-topped outcropping,
disappearing into the roiling mist reminded me of Chinese scroll paintings and
landscapes I had hiked in while in the mountains of Korea, so I decided to take
a vertical shot, including just enough of the dawn sky for color, but focusing
on the rocky profile and trees disappearing into the fog, masking the
canyon-floor a mile below. I'm sure there must have been some visitors who were
disappointed because they couldn't see into the canyon on this particular
morning, but for me, watching the waves of fog in the quiet cold--it's one of
the most spectacular landscape-moments I've ever seen...
...and in this morning's Sunday newspaper, I woke up to this:
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By mid-September, most years, the monsoon begins to dry out here in southern Arizona. The rains have been good in Tucson this year; what locals call 'the Second Spring' is well under way. Wildflowers are blooming again, taking advantage of the moisture and the break from the 100+ degree days. Here are a few scenes from my run along the trail to Bear Canyon this morning...
As I ran into Bear Canyon, this guy-on-horseback was sauntering out...
Along the trails, in the flowing washes, some of the wildflowers I saw this morning:
clockwise, from top left:
ivyleaf morning-glory, Coulter's hibiscus (aka 'desert rosemallow),
allionia incarnata (aka 'trailing windmills')
and desert thorn-apple datura
(This website, incidentally,
is one of the best resources for identifying desert plants and blooms.)
An evening scene, from last week:
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| (blooming next to the prickly pear: 'psilostrophe cooperi,' aka 'paperflower') |
Technically, there are three distinct 'summers' in the Sonoran desert.
The first hot, dry summer--May-June,
then the rainy monsoon--July through mid-September,
and finally, the post-monsoon summer, which lasts through most of October.
This 'Second Spring' is just the briefly blossoming tail-end of the monsoon...
We'll enjoy it while it lasts.
