Travel tip #64…say “Yes, please”

Yes, please. That’s usually the correct answer when you’re traveling. As in, “Would you like to eat a chicken liver?” Yes, please. “Would you like to hand feed some elk in the morning?” Yes, please. “Can I show you where the students made their protest signs during the Velvet Revolution last year?” Yes. Please. So,…

Into the Bayou

Drive far enough south on Louisiana 56 and you’ll hit water. The Gulf of Mexico to be exact. Back up a little bit and you’ll find the little fishing village of Cocodrie. Further north still, is Chauvin. The towns are one road wide. Go east and you’ll hit water. West? Water. It’s not hard to…

12 hours in Clarksdale

This is how travel should happen. I arrived in the Mississippi Delta with only the loosest of plans. I had to interview a woman sometime in the next day or so. Or at least I hoped to. “Call me when you get into town, and we’ll see what we can do,” she said. I wasn’t…

Yup, I’m a Yankee

The farther South I drive, the more North I feel. I haven’t spent much time down this way, so it’s a journey of discovery and wonder. I ate pig’s feet last night. (I’m not sure if it should be written pigs’ feet) Trotters, they called them, and just now I see the sad irony in…

Travel tip #16…Gather Souvenirs

“Take only memories, leave only footprints.” It’s an old backpacker’s mantra and at some point, the photographically inclined morphed it into “Take only photographs, leave only footprints.” Probably Kodak. (remember them?) I don’t shop. We might have established that already. But even a guy like me wants to bring home a little trinket or tchotchke from…

Out of the blue

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…

The mad dash or the lazy day

Sometimes when I start a trip I just want to get there. I want to pack food, dehydrate the children for a day to avoid the bathroom breaks, and just roll. The more time I can preserve for the final destination, the better. Other times, I prefer a lazy stroll. Leaving Laura’s Homestead, we were…

Let’s go

I’ve spent 20 years as a travel photographer, and years before that as a dreamer. I used to wonder out loud if I could find a job that would pay me to explore distant lands, and was told that I should join the “real world”. Preparing for my first job interview I planned to say…