I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
I was in a part of Oslo with lots of street art, taking a few snaps, when I hear Pavarotti singing Puccini’s Nessun Dorma!, loudly, on a car stereo, getting closer.
A woman pulls her car into a spot near where I was standing and she was JAMMING to it.
Then the song switches to Pavarotti’s ‘O Solo Mio. She rolled the windows up, cranked the volume up to eleven, laid her seat back, and closed her eyes, lost in the moment.
Guess what I’m listening to now, headphones up all the way, in my hotel room....
Day Seven: It was 26 degrees in Gallup as I pulled out of the El Rancho Hotel parking lot, and I had the frost on my windows to prove it. After a couple of lousy cups of free lobby coffee I was off...next stop Tucumcari.
They say “you can’t go back.” Well, I just did it. I threw a few clothes in a bag, packed some cameras and film, put on my boots, my hat, and headed south toward Lamar, Missouri in my ‘96 Ford F-150 with Biggie in the back seat.
As I walked along the sea in Reykjavik, Iceland on this perfect afternoon, taking shots of the rocks various people had stacked on the shore and enjoying a cigar, an older lady stopped her bike behind me and started talking to me in what I assume was Icelandic.“I’m sorry, I don’t understand,”
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