Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Community (Yosemite National Park - 05/2010)
Times like these, I wish I had a real copy of Photoshop.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Tumen 5 - No Vons (Tumen, China; 11/2008)
The North Market was a one-stop-shop for everything from fresh fish and vegetables to fly swatters, school supplies, and tailoring services. It was one big open rectangle, with vendor spilling into vendor. Butcher tables and seafood tanks stood in the center while vegetables, grains, beans, and other dry goods flanked the outer walls. Behind those walls, there were small eateries for dumplings and noodles. And those stood alongside hidden, often unmanned shops.
It wasn't so much the eating and shopping that I enjoyed--I kind of just liked getting lost in a landscape that was so different from the sea of Del Tacos and supermarket chains in the LA burbs.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
I Heart Gaudi (and Jesus). (Barcelona, Spain; 2/2009)
While in Barcelona, I stayed at a hostel just a couple of blocks away from La Sagrada Familia.
I made two trips and I spent much of my time examining Gospel vignettes and admiring the shadows cast by construction scaffolding that decked the unfinished exterior.


I made two trips and I spent much of my time examining Gospel vignettes and admiring the shadows cast by construction scaffolding that decked the unfinished exterior.
Labels:
barcelona,
gaudÃ,
la sagrada familia,
spain,
travel
Monday, March 15, 2010
"israel fuera libano!" (Barcelona, Spain; 2/2009)
Thank you, Barcelona, for politically charged graffiti in the bad part of town. Thank you, Canon G10, for being so gracious in low-light.
Here are a couple of shots of more colorful graffiti. I <3 graffiti.
I like to travel alone. (Barcelona, Spain; 2/2009)
I like vacationing with friends, but there's a special freedom that's unique to being completely alone in a foreign place.
You decide when or whether or not you eat; when you wake; where you go; what you do...and when to finally stop standing in the freezing rain just to get a decent shot of Barcelona at night, with one of the only real light sources being a giant cross beaming in the far distance.
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