Long before the sunrise photographers arrive, the world is beautiful. The details are subdued, the air is still, and I like to imagine how the light will fall on the landscape and reveal the scene. For me, it’s a time of wonder and anticipation, especially when the place is new to me. At the end…
In my mind, the final days before a trip are filled with hours of relaxation and joy. Coffee with friends, reviewing and fine tuning the itinerary, and maybe picking up the perfect pair of Tevas for the trail. In my mind, the road trip has already begun and the physical presence of my home is…
Slow down. Stop. Get out of the car. Two decades as a travel photographer and I still have the same knot in my stomach every time I approach a new location. “Crap,” says the voice in my head. “I don’t see anything here. How’s this gonna work?” At 70 mph, it’s hard to see the…
Men don’t stop to ask for directions. It’s an old stereotype with no basis in reality. Or is it? I have been known to drive long distances with my eye on the gas gauge, my directional certitude diminishing by the mile and my carefully planned itinerary thrown to the wind. I remember my dad hurtling…
Travel is about exploring new places…the thrill of navigating unfamiliar cities or watching the sunrise over a range of mountains for the first time. Drive the same road often enough and it becomes routine. You lose sight of what’s special. I once met a man who complained he was late to work because a herd…
If you are like me, the time between trips is just the price you have to pay for travel. It’s the waiting room for the next journey. So to make the waiting more bearable, I’ve instituted a three-for-one strategy. Plan, Travel, Reminisce. I get almost as much joy from planning a trip as I do…
It seemed like a good idea when I booked it. The fifth-floor flat on Rue Saint Merri looked out over the rooftops of Paris, just north of Notre Dame. There was no lift, but we Noltners travel light and we are hardy. Well. Often we are hardy. But on this day, we were tired from…
Hurricane Mitch wiped out Honduras in 1998. I had been there the year before and fell in love with the place. So when I saw the news, I gathered a dozen people and we went south to do a little rebuilding. Mostly we dug in the hard dirt to make a foundation for a woman…
When you are on a long journey, always carry a spare. (photo credit to my lovely wife Karen… because I was driving…and I think that’s Road tip #213…”don’t shoot blog photos while you are driving”)
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