MOMENTS IN THE
CITY BY THE BAY
My day in San Francisco was spent across the city, from Chinatown to Telegraph Hill, Golden Gate Park and Haight-Ashbury.
My day in San Francisco was spent across the city, from Chinatown to Telegraph Hill, Golden Gate Park and Haight-Ashbury.
The stained glass windows made the conservatory different from others I had been in. The colors softly poured onto the plants and tiled walkways inside.
Along my climb up to Coit Tower or on my stroll through the Panhandle, I marveled at views of the Financial District and those very specific homes.
At the top, of course the landscape was magnificent. The city, islands, bridges and Marin headlands lay out for miles around, below a partly cloudy sky.
The fall colors and amazing cloud formations made the already beautiful day even more spectacular.
An awesome building, with some crazy stories, including a mace. Canadian method of governing is very different than ours.
On the last morning spent there, we awoke to find these two deer quietly grazing on the green lawn in front of our cabin.
A second trip to New York City for a training gave me an opportunity to continue to explore the big city, including Central Park and MOMA.
This is the morning that almost never was. I had to wake up before 6 to get out on the road as the sun was rising, and I almost didn't. Alas, opportunity won over.
I finally mounted the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, stunning and quiet. I don't think I ever thought I would stand here. What a privilege it was...I felt on top of the world.
They say you have to see the monuments twice: once during the day, and once at night. Night is so much better!
While I didn't get to go up the monument itself, the sun, clouds and plethora of flags about the structure offered a breathtaking view both for me and my camera.
Washington D.C. is a place I have longed to go to since I was young. Honestly, I wasn't really prepared for how it would make me feel.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York obviously has some amazing pieces of artwork - some of the best in the world. I got a little meta this time.
The Cathedral of Saint John the Divine lies northwest of Central Park. It remains unfinished, and it's quite an eccentric church - peacock and all!
What surprised me: how many people there were, how far away the Statue of Liberty is, and the quintessential New York architecture.
Both deeply personal and incredibly shared, the memories of 9/11 came back to me. I tried to capture some of what I was feeling in these photographs.
There's so much I love about being among the ruins of Rome, as they stretch across the continents. Amazingly, there were storks among the ruins as well.
Just like Marrakech, the souks in Fes were windy, narrow and bustling. We visited artisans practicing their various crafts, from weaving to tanning to mosaics.
Before reaching Fes, we passed through a forest in the middle Atlas where, quite suddenly, Ismail spotted some Barbary macaques.
We were the last ones to leave our encampment, just a couple of us, and our jeep was packed to the brim with the Berber folks who worked with us. They even climbed on the side.
The Sahara started as a faint orange on the horizon. There's someplace that deserts have to start, and I guess this was it.
The sheer cliffs and rocky river of the sparse Dadès Gorge had little traffic. The sun was setting, and there was an immense quietude.
Once a prominent caravan stop, now only eight Berber families remain living inside the ancient fortress walls. They are the caretakers.
When we reached the top, you could see the painted hills all around us and just marveled at where we were standing, looking at the new town across the river.
The high Atlas Mountains were sparse and dusty, with a lot of construction work and a caravan of vehicles trekking up and up.
Eventually, the swallows swam around us as the evening prayer was marked by the mosque loudspeakers across the entire city.
Some courtyards were lush and overrun with plant life -- others were massive and bare, yet still tiled in greens and blues.
For four hundred years, the voices of 900 Marrakech children reverberated against the Moorish architecture of the Koranic school.
Far outside the city center in the newer part of Marrakech, is the Jardin Majorelle, a garden built in the 1900s and later bought by Yves Saint-Laurent.
The Souks dominate Marrakech life. They are markets, homes, shops. Over the course of a couple of days, we wound in and out of them.
The "incomparable" Palais el-Badi was once a wonder of the Muslim world. Today - and since 1683 - the palace has lain in ruins.
We were amazed when we sat down on the third story of Cafe Restaurant Nid Cigogne near Palais el-Badi and looked across the square. A stork's nest.
In the middle of the Souks in Marrakech, our peaceful, tiled riad was a sanctuary. From the rooftop terrace, we could see the entire city.
There's a magical hilltop town called Èze that overlooks the Mediterranean Sea. While a bit touristy, it was charming and beautiful.
As we drove southeast along the Mediterranean cliffs in our little car, my excitement level rose: I was returning to Italy.
On a brilliantly bright and sunny day with big clouds in the sky, our afternoon in the city-state of Monaco was perfect.
Even with the clouds, Nice is a beautiful city. And, while we didn't swim in the azure blue waters, while there we did certainly have a French Riviera experience.
As we landed in Brussels, out my window I saw this structure. Multiple silver balls suspended in air. It was beautiful then. It was even more impressive up close.
Walking up the steps past gargantuan columns, it felt as if we were walking into the past. Into a Grecian or Roman forum or palace or marketplace.
From one side of Brussels to the other, passing through parks, monuments and stopping at an amazing cafe for coffee.
There's nothing like being in a city you've never been in before, and your first experiences are at sunset and sunrise.
On a wall facing a back alley behind a set of restaurants somewhere in Detroit, the words Black Lives Matter have been written hundreds and hundreds of times.
Kehinde Wiley's art portraying classical Western paintings with mostly African American subjects is one of the most stunning I have ever attended...and it made for one pretty great date night.
We drove hundreds of miles in the matter of days. The curving roads took us everywhere, from the southernmost point to the northern tip. Along the way we discovered waterfalls, valleys and ... lots of spiders.
On the northern tip of Hawai'i island in Kohala country lies Moʻokini Heiau, where tens of thousands of Hawai'ans were sacrificed to the war god Ku. It was quiet and windy after the morning rains.
The eastern coast of Hawai'i, lonely as it is facing the Pacific, is dotted with valleys that have no outlet to the rest of the island. It's as if a giant took his hand and lay it on the steep cliffs creating lush valley after valley after valley.
After spending a morning snorkeling in Kealakekua Bay with fish and octopuses, Stéphane and I ventured onward to see other sights along the southern tip of Hawai'i island, including the southernmost tip of the United States.
Hawai'i island, with its young and active volcanoes, also has its share of historical eruptions. Kīlauea Iki is perhaps one of the most unique hikes I have ever been on: through the uneven terrain of a hardened lava lake.
Hanging around Pahoa on Hawai'i island felt like being in the middle of a rain forest - mostly because it was - even so close to Hilo.
The sun was already setting as we were making our way up Mauna Kea. The crisp air was cold, but the color was so incredibly rich.
Up in the Cascades, near Snoqualmie Pass, we trekked up a few miles to Teneriffe Falls on a nearly rainy day.
Visiting Michigan in the fall is fairly spectacular. The weather was warm and cool, sunny and rainy, and the leaves vibrant.
Along a windy cliffside road, through a thick set of trees, we wound our way in the early morning. The clouds didn't let up until the very right moment as we were starting our short hike. But luckily they did because it was spectacular.
There's a place on the edge of the Pacific along the Washington coast, where time has formed a breathtaking scene. Shi Shi Beach, unreachable except by hike, commands a presence, especially at sunset.
Spending a weekend camping at the foot of a volcano and not seeing it once? That's Mt. Rainier on a foggy day. And it was beautiful.
Outside the city of Las Vegas in the desert, north of Lake Mead, is the Valley of Fire, where the rock is red and the temperature - when we drove through - was 113 degrees. It was sweltering, beautiful and dry. The air, suffocating.
The sharp crests of Cedar Breaks National Monument skirted the blue sky, the sun getting low and the winds high. We pulled up and galloped to the edge where, below us and to all sides, the beautiful amphitheater opened up.
We got up early. Very early. Driving in the dark to Snow Canyon State Park, we were excited to catch the sunrise. Walking through the desert sand, as the sun rises, will always be one of my favorite moments.
There's a hike in Zion, that starts as a mile-long cement path and then you reach the river. And then, you enter the river, and tread water walking and swimming and, finally, marveling at the sharp and smooth, the cold and warm, the utter beauty.
After our triumph, selfies at the peak, and collecting ourselves for the trek back down, it was a treat to walk down hill. The beauty of the morning became a fierce sunny day, and we felt sorry for the poor souls making the trek up in the heat. And it was HOT.
We started the trek in the morning, leaving before sunrise to reach the Zion gates in time for one of the first buses. Today, we were hiking 5 miles to the top of Angel's Landing. It was hard for everyone, but worth every excruciating step.
A high sun, a canyon view drive and hike, and the ghost towns of south Utah? These are the stops we made on our first day in Zion National Park. Yes, please.
As cities go, Austin is a cool one. It was sweltering, but beautiful, unique and welcoming. And, of course, a little bit weird.
The pristine wonder of Snow Lake, in its own quiet way, is far worth the effort it takes to reach it. A couple of miles further, to Gem Lake, leads you into an entire land of wonder.
The Marin Headlands are my childhood stomping ground, to an extent. 3rd grade raptor outing. High school drives out to Rodeo Beach. Senior Prom photos. So it's always nice to go back.
Hiking in the Cascades is always a treat, but when the last mile is through feet of snow, and the weather is sunny and warm, and you're surrounded by snow capped peaks on all sides... well, then it's life changing.
In Northern Washington, where the glaciers meet the woods, there are Four Big Ice Caves. Stéphane, Lacy and I drove out to meet them -- before they collapsed.
I've never seen wild monkeys in my life, so visiting the Batu Caves was high on my list of things to do in Malaysia. The caves are also a Hindu shrine to Lord Murugan - as you can see by the enormous statue erected to him.
Very near to where Stéphane's parents live are the Petronas Towers - the tallest buildings in the world from 1998 to 2004, and still the tallest twin towers in the world. So we climbed up them.
Three major religions reach a confluence in Kuala Lumpur: Buddhism, Hinduism and Islam. Over the course or our time in KL, Stéphane and I made a point to expose ourselves to all three of them.
Second stop for us in KL: the Butterfly Garden. It was an interesting place - humid and busy. Mostly beautiful, but also a little sad.
Our first destination in Kuala Lumpur was the KL Bird Park which, generally, wasn't an awful place. The birds were magnificent, and right there in the open with no wires, windows or cages.
On New Years Day, 2015, Stéphane, his parents and I boarded a boat twenty feet offshore and took the choppiest boat ride ever to a pristine chain of islands known as Ang Thong.
After failing to get Stéphane's parents out to Wat Plai Laem, we decided to go back on our own one more time -- again near sunset. This time we were able to spend much more time there, taking pictures, shopping and goofing around.
When you board a vespa and set off around a tropical island, a feeling comes over you. Beauty. Peace. Rolling hills. Ocean breeze. A cute boy leading you through the island paths. It was perfect.
We rounded the corner walking home from the market, and, after passing under a sunlit archway, Stéphane and I entered the Wat Plai Laem -- a spiritual complex of floating temples.
The island of Koh Samui -- Thailand's second largest island -- sits on the east coast with beautiful shorelines, tens of thousands of residents and rolling coastal hills.
Rainy. Expansive. Not enough time. Our first stop on our vacation to southeast Asia was actually a layover in Hong Kong - long enough to get out of the airport and into the city!
Skirting the ocean edge of Marin County in California is Point Reyes National Seashore - both a relic of my childhood and my adulthood stomping grounds each Christmas.
Our last few days in Lima were spent between two of Lima's most iconic districts: Miraflores and Barranco. While different from each other, they both display a penchant for color, artistry and culture -- with some beautiful degradation.
Spending the afternoon drinking a Cusquena and strolling about a quiet town was exactly how I wanted to spend our last day on the road...and it was all in the shadow of a great fortress perched high above Ollantaytambo.
Ever since I was thirteen years old, I have always wanted to see Machu Picchu. I saw an image of the sacred ruins somewhere...National Geographic, Discovery Channel, something like that. And finally, I was here. Standing where the Incans stood. I was here.
Our third and last full day on the Inca Trail led us to Phuyupatamarca and, finally, to Winay Wayna. Similar in position - perched high in the mountain clouds overlooking the Rio Urubamba.
Sayacmarka. Through thick fog and mist - so thick we couldn't see 30 feet around us - we climbed a narrow staircase. There was a path. And as the mist cleared, pure grandeur unfolded, the clouds lacing away into the distance.
The mist and clouds were heavy as we summitted Dead Woman's Pass and, after a short break and some coca tea, we continued our journey. Such grandeur as we passed ruins, mountain staircases and got closer to our final destination of the day.
The first day and a half trekking along the Inca Trail in Peru were mostly through semi-arid desert and grassland country. Dry rivers. Hot sun overhead. We were in awesome spirits though!
Perched high above the city of Cusco is the Incan ruined fort of Sacsuahuaman – supposedly completing the puma’s head and teeth that Cusco represents.
The middle portion of our trip through Peru was in Cusco – a city perched among the clouds at 11,000 foot elevation. Short of breath, we explored this city for three days before embarking on our Inca Trail trek.
Right outside of downtown Lima (and a short taxi ride away from our hostel), sits a gem of a museum: the Museo Arqueologico Rafael Larco Herrera.
Huaca Pucllana stands in the heart of the Miraflores district of Lima - the culture and artist center of the city.
After only a couple of hours on the ground, Mariel and I began our Peruvian adventure in downtown Lima.
On another autumn hike, a couple friends and I in search of a set of waterfalls trekked through the wet forest.
Two friends and I decided to hike up to the fire lookout on Mount Pilchuck on one sunny sunny and warm September day. It was breathtaking!
I was in Chicago for a work conference — my first time ever in Illinois and this major metro.
On a thundery summer day in the Pacific Northwest, my friends and I embarked on a little adventure through the Cascades to Snoqualmie Pass.
Rugged hills, sharp pinnacles, backdropped against each other until you can't tell where one ridge ends and another begins.
After spending the night in a horse campground scared out of our minds, we woke up and arrived at the national monument just as it opened.
Bear Tooth Pass practically touches the clouds, and the views boggle the mind. Epic snowcaps, quiet mountain meadows, and placid lakes trail to the great plains of the midwest.
On our summer cross country road trip, we hadn't even found a campsite by the time we were exploring one of my favorite places - Yellowstone!
There's a park in the Magnolia neighborhood of Seattle that I love to visit.
A day trip away from Klamath Falls across the border into California is Lava Beds National Park, probably one of the most unique places I have ever been. Desolate and beautiful.
On a whim, my family and I adventured from where we were staying in Klamath Falls, OR an hour or so away to a wild west theme town called Jacksonville.
Around the Okanagan country of south central British Columbia, my friends and I found a weekend paradise. We kayaked, swam in the pool, and went wine tasting!
I had about four hours to kill in between being released from a business-related conference and my flight back home.
I grew up about 20 minutes from where these photos were taken - and I had no idea whatsoever that a herd of Tule Elk resided in Point Reyes, the national seashore that points into the Pacific Ocean.
A spur of the moment day trip to Vancouver led to an all day adventure in BC and around the city. Great food. Great friends. Lovely, sunny day.
There's a special something about a good drag revue. I've seen a few in my day. A good drag show will entertain, make you laugh, feel a little something, and probably shock you, so I wanted to capture a bit of that essence in this photograph.
I also attended a Scottish wedding in the east bay of California's bay area. The tall trees on the campus of Mills College are epic. They tower over the narrow concrete lanes of the women's school.
This wedding was held at a restaurant in Seattle - we were all stunned by the unexpected classiness of the interior and views of Lake Union. The decorations were beautiful, as was the company at our table.
Two of my best friends got married in August of 2013, and they held their wedding at the Chihuly Garden and Glass museum at the Seattle Center, right underneath the Space Needle.
Since I have lived in the Pacific Northwest, I have always heard of the San Juan Islands and how beautiful they are. My brother and I spent three days among the San Juans - three days, three islands.
Mailbox Peak is one of the steepest trail hikes in Western Washington: 3,800 feet elevation climb in 2.5 miles. Needless to say, the hike took a toll on my legs. But it was worth it.
A couple friends and I went hiking in the Snoqualmie Pass region of Western Washington – one of the most beautiful places in the world as far as I am convinced.
This moth was huge! I found it in a bathroom in the Tumwater Campground near Leavenworth, WA. Its wingspan was about the width of an electrical outlet, which it’s sitting right next to.
The Pacific Northwest is known for its salmon – and the tribes around the area know it for its abysmal record of protecting the salmon runs and the rivers that they return to each year.
A two hour/four mile hike along the Boulder River trail in the Mt. Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest leads you to a dead end where there are loose camping sites.
Seattle has a beautiful skyline for many reasons, two of which (the Space Needle and the Columbia Tower) don’t even appear in the photo here. The story behind the photo is simple.
Obviously the sun was out in the middle of February in southern California. So we went to the beach, my friends and I.
No fall is complete without a trip to the pumpkin patch, especially the ones that have festivities and petting zoo and food for sale.
The valley on the right hand side of these photos is where the area gets its name: Glacier View. You can’t see it here, but there’s a retreating glacier hidden beyond the hills.
The Pacific Ocean was at our backs – literally yards away. And we were virtually alone in Redwood National Park.
Growing up my siblings and I watched the Disney Channel. A lot of the Disney Channel. So many times I remember seeing the Epcot space ball on the television. What is that place? I always thought. What’s inside?
The island of Spinalonga has a rich history – from medieval forts to modern leper colony, now it lies empty save the tourists arriving from Plaka and Elounda daily.
Santorini really is as beautiful as the postcards show. The whitewash homes, hotels and churches provide a stark contrast to the islands extremely rugged terrain – mostly rocks and short grasses.
The history, the ruins, the sights, the museums that awaited me - I couldn't have been more excited to climb around Athens.
While the road to Sarajevo for us was one of intense heat, a broken down bus and beautiful river views, Sarajevo's past is far darker and different.
After Zagreb, our last two destinations in Croatia included the small town of Šibenik and the large, cruise port city of Dubrovnik.
Using Šibenik as our home base, the four of us embarked on a day trip to one of the singular most breathtaking places I have ever been: Krka National Park.
We spent hours wandering around Mirogoj cemetery, but truly just walking into it would have satisfied my appetite to "get away" from the hustle and bustle of the city.
I made it back to Europe far sooner than I expected in life. These photos are both before that journey, and then after we returned back to Paris.
My destination was a lookout park that, on a clear day, gives one a vantage of Bellevue, Hwy 520 and Lake Washington. All I could see this day was the western shores of the lake and molecular snowflakes blanketing my vision.
I found this image so funny! Here's a bike with no wheels right next to a bright sign with a big smile and the word "utopia."
I have been wanting to go to Joshua Tree National Park for as long as I can remember. And as we drove up to the park and entered, the trees became taller and taller. The taller they became, the more beautiful.
Our last stop on the cruise through Alaska's Inside Passage was actually not in Alaska - Prince Rupert, Canada is a tiny port town.
Cruising among ice bergs and Orcas through the Inside Passage of Alaska, we woke up in Skagway to a little adventure of our own.
Just outside the town, we rode our bikes to the edge of this lake following a pair of strange, yet knowledgeable guides. It was a breathtaking experience.
Walking along the water docks, passing totem poles and the famous "Creek Street" in Ketchikan, one can only imagine what this gold mining town used to be like.
Every year, the tulip festival draws thousands of people to northwestern Washington. However, I did not get to see any tulips.
Being close to the American South, the city of Branson is teeming with classic riverboats that remind me of a Louisiana bayou. The font in this photograph is also very reminiscent of that same feeling.
Family vacation for summer 2010 was Depoe Bay, Oregon -- centered on the beautiful coast of the state.
On our second trip to Victoria, my friends and I brought a car over this time. It was worth it.
The ruins of a military bunker outside of Port Townsend are both spooky and interesting.
An adventure with two of my friends took me to the top of Squak Mountain.
These benches sat over a marshy ground, covered in mud and pools of acrid brown water.
Looking out over the Strait of Juan de Fuca, my friends and I set the timer on the camera and I quickly ran to join them.
The twin cities - Minneapolis and St. Paul - were fun to see! Reminded me of Seattle.
After checking out Snoqualmie Falls, we explored the rusting, environs.
Exploring Seattle during the first year that I lived there, we ventured to the Sculpture Park sitting on the sound.
Flowers, cacti, bromelids - OH MY!
We scrambled the last few days to see the rest of Yellowstone - and get one last hike in. So worth it.
Trying to beat the darkness, my family and I drove the north loop of Yellowstone. Timing for a Mammoth Springs sunset could not have been more perfect.
Yellowstone National Park is perhaps one my favorite places in the entire world. Gallivanting about the park with my family was magical!
It was my last semester at college, and some friends and I made a weekend trip to a pretty spot north of Seattle. It was peaceful.
A trip to Olympia to save what little funding people living with HIV and AIDS have due to the massive budget crisis was an eye-opening experience for me.
After Proposition 8 passed in California, every major city held a rally to protest its passing. I joined Seattle's protest.
Exploring along the peninsular coast of Washington.
As my time in Italy was coming to an end, I spent as much time as possible exploring its cobblestone streets.
The train ride south to Sicily was the most beautiful train ride I've ever taken.
My long journey through eastern Europe was coming to an end, but what a way to capstone my trip.
In a park in this little Transylvanian town in Romania I found these dilapidated chess boards.
Capri is the vacation spot of the stars - and me for a weekend too!
Visiting beautiful Sorrento was pretty cool. Staying in a tower on the coast? Even cooler.
The only day I have ever skipped class, I toured the Colosseum and Palatine Hill - what fun!
The beam of light reminds me of what this place must have been before Vesuvius erupted.
Trekking back from the island of Ischia to Naples, the island said farewell with a beautiful view.
Two sets of walls from different eras adorn the mountain above Sintra.
The hills and the environs of the Portuguese capital were well worth the exploration.
Between the nook gardens and majestic Arthur's Seat, Edinburgh kept us enthralled
For a beach town, Lecce was pretty weird when it snowed.
Ostia Antica, the ancient port of Rome, filled me with ecstasy as I explored its stone promenades, racing the setting sun.
The city of canals is crumbling, sinking lower each year. I'm glad I had the chance to see it while it lasts.
Important life lessons while wearing Sunday's best
While one David sleeps in his museum, another watches the river, the bridges, the people - the city of Florence.
Engulfed by Rome, visiting Vatican City remains one of my fondest - and most troubling - memories.
The towns of Umbria wind around precarious cliffs. The trade off? A room with a view.
The Pantheon. The Forum. Villa Borghese. Love at first sight.
Here there exists a place of beauty, quiet, verdant hills, and a slow, lacing fog
Exploring the back country of Marin
On the shores of Bass Lake
Wet and covered in clouds, Killarney enchanted us as we strolled, hiked, boated and biked through its beauty.
Spending my last days gallivanting around Dublin environs...
The famed cliffs, the Burren and quiet Connemara country pulled me to take a lone weekend trip through the land - well worth it.
Staring me down in the Tower, the visages of Elizabeth I revealed much.
"Aingeal" means angel in Irish.
A journey through rolling hills, unkempt pastures and faerie mounds
"The bogside is your womb, and education, your umbilical cord."
Legend has it that Finn McCool, an Irish giant, built a bridge to Scotland to face his Scottish equivalent. The Giant's Causeway is all that's left of it.
For a city and region ripped apart by violence, the experience of Northern Ireland and its culture and history was as memorable as it was affecting.
In the center of Ireland is the Rock of Cashel - a breathtaking set of ruins atop a hill. One of my best memories.
During the day, we explored the massive castle grounds - and the next morn, awoke to the same place laced with fog.
Decrepit and wild, the Glenveagh Estate rests at the edge of a lake. It was an appropriately quiet and dark day.
Kinsale is a small coastal town with the ruins of Fort Charles and the beautiful bay where annual sailing races take place.
Blarney Castle and its grounds are more breathtaking than I ever expected. Well worth the visit.
Upon reaching the top of Bray Head, our breath was stolen by the expansive view of Dublin Bay.
The Aran Islands on the western coast of Ireland have hundreds of miles of stone walls and on its own western coast, a ruined fort. I stood there on the cliff. I stood on the edge of the world.
Winding through the streets of Dublin was my primary past time when I lived in the city...always with camera in tow.
Bogs are very important in the culture and terrain of Ireland - and this was the first bog I had ever seen. Mmmmm the smell of peat!
Braving out onto a frozen lake isn't something I would consider fun - my dad, sister and brother, on the other hand...
"...but the rocks they pulled up were all I've ever known. The Rock fought my spirit. The Rock fed my anger. The Rock broke my heart."
Each backstreet and nook held something to explore or marvel at - whether the fountains of Alhambra or the fountain dead end plazas in Cordoba.
Hot, wet, busy, overwhelming. Pretty much describes Paris in June, yeah?
The lifeless forest that covers Mount St. Helens is breathtaking and startling.
Every morning Luis would get up early to put on his best clothes. He was also always the last person to say good-bye.
A couple old photos from a crappy point and shoot
One of my earliest photographs.