Sharpening knives by pedal power.
“The locals still call it ‘Bombay’. Mumbai may be politically correct but it is the politicians’ name,” says our guide Pankaja.
As new kids in town with only a couple of days to explore a city of possibly 20 million people (nobody knows for sure), it helped to have a car, driver and guide organised, to smoothly transfer us through the traffic jams to a few of the main attractions. Thanks, Abercrombie and Kent!
Of course to really see Mumbai we needed to leave the air conditioned car and proceed on foot.
And we expect the unexpected in India… Continue reading
Suffering as I do from vertigo, this would not be my career choice.
Another Weekly Photo Challenge and the subject, Lines and Patterns, is not a difficult one.
I’ve become well used to looking for patterns, and modern architecture offers plenty of options. The trick is to add human interest and make the viewer feel something.
In the case of these window washers dangling above Chicago, I feel ‘I’m glad it’s them, not me.’
Dawn on the Black Sea.
It’s been while since I undertook a Weekly Photo Challenge. Real life and real work have played merry hell with my blogging time.
Just a few weeks ago Mevrouw T and I were for the first time in our lives on a ship out of sight of land, cruising the Black Sea. The ports we visited – Istanbul, Nessebar, Odessa, Sebastopol and Yalta – were the primary attraction. But there was much to be enjoyed in simply watching the water slip past.
Opinion is divided on how the Black Sea came by its name. One theory is that the ancient Greeks called it the ‘Black Sea’ to contrast its wild, unknown shores and waters with the more familiar ‘White Sea’, their name for the Mediterranean.
We found it anything but black; rather colourful really.
We were the guests of Travel the World and Compagnie du Ponant.
Morning light on the Namoi River, Manilla.
‘Where have you been, Richard?’ I hear you ask. ‘You’ve gone missing from cyberspace leaving only a scary bald-headed guy wearing your face.’
I’ve been in Manilla. No, that’s not a spelling error. It’s Manilla, New South Wales, a town 512km north-west of Sydney.
The reason for my visit was an invitation from Manilla’s excellent Born to Read festival to talk to school students, teachers and interested readers about books, writing and Bananas in Pyjamas.
The work was enjoyable, the organisation smooth and the hospitality wonderful. But what I also loved was a glimpse of life in and around a lovely small NSW town that sneaks under most tourist radars. Continue reading
We could have done with a Turkish bath on a hot day. Some of our more enterprising fellow travellers managed to arrange it.
Preserving historic villages hasn’t been a high priority for the Turks. Life is a struggle for many and restoring old buildings is expensive. It’s usually easier to knock down the old and replace it with something cheaper.
Which is why Safranbolu is a welcome exception to the rule. Continue reading
I’ve been playing around with the buttons on my iPhoto editing programme (Note intentional ye olde spelling of ‘programme’).
It’s all too easy and all too tempting. With the click of a mouse, I can take my images back a hundred years. I’m rather pleased with the results. Continue reading
Hotel Marques de Riscal in Elciego, Spain.
Want to win an architecture award? Put a few curves into your design; those straight lines are so boring and someone else will deal with the problem of fitting square bookcases and wardrobes into the bendy walls.
If I sound a little cynical, I shouldn’t be. Frank Gehry’s buildings are a wonderful gift to us photographers and we’ve been lucky enough to see a few of them on our recent travels. So here’s my offering for the Weekly Photo Challenge.
What do you think of his work – genius or gimmick? Continue reading