The past four days gifted me a series of phrases that have been circling in my head from the moment I heard them, so this year I thought – why not let Book Passage speak for itself?
travel photography
One last look at Salt Spring Island.
It occurred to me this week that while I’ve shared sketch after sketch of Salt Spring, I’ve shared very little photos of it on the blog – and that perhaps you might enjoy a different look at the island.
Photographing fireworks: A very bokeh Independence Day.
The fireworks prove tricky to photograph – especially getting certain things like exposure and focus right. That’s when I decide to turn off my camera’s auto-focus, twist the lens and blur the suckers to a point beyond recognition.
Color and conflict in Marrakech’s dyers market: A photo essay.
As Aziz leads me farther through the dyers market, I feel a familiar tension coming back. During my time earlier with the blacksmiths, as interested as I was in their work, I couldn’t help asking myself: Are they doing this for me?
Deià-dreaming: Impressions of an island.
Some journeys feel more like a poem in their brevity, in the way they leave you with not so much a discernible storyline as a collection of images – fleeting impressions that stay visible in your mind long after you’ve left. My time on Mallorca was just that.
In pictures: Village life on a Polynesian atoll.
As much as I loved life on a black pearl farm in French Polynesia, it was our weekly trips to Ahe’s village that I looked forward to the most–for the movement they offered to our routine and for the chance to be a part of the community.
Macanese memories: In celebration of Chinese New Year.
Three days in Macau were my first on Chinese soil, and I can still remember the island’s glowing red lanterns, yellow coils of incense, sweet-smelling almond cakes, and the twisting tiled streets that led up to the ruins of St. Paul’s.
My happy place: At the National Cathedral in Washington D.C.
Last time we’d checked, we were in Washington D.C., but with such a structure before us, its limestone exterior gleaming against the bold blue sky, we couldn’t help thinking we’d somehow found our way to Paris.
Here to be here: Mumbai in pictures.
The phrase–“I am here to be here”–instantly struck me, and I kept repeating it once I reached Mumbai. “I am here in Bombay to be here” became my excuse not to follow a checklist of sights, but simply to be in the city, whatever that might mean.
Top ten landscapes of the Rickshaw Run.
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” — Marcel Proust Normally, I’d be inclined to agree with Proust. But after passing 3,000km through India in a rickshaw, I find myself disagreeing…our own voyage of discovery through the subcontinent brought with it so many new landscapes that … Read More