I recently received a message on facebook from a friend looking for advice on a travel camera. She wants to photograph her 4-week journey/adventure to the middle east to visit family, with a follow-up week at The Cochella Music and Arts Festival. To be completely honest I’m a tad jealous, but as a professional travel photographer I do have some pretty well tested thoughts and to help her (and possibly you) out in this matter.
Just one day after the Empire of Japan had attacked Pearl Harbor in Honolulu, Hawaii, Franklin D. Roosevelt stood before a joint session of congress and delivered a speech on December 8, 1941 that would come to be one of the most infamous in our nation’s history. At the outset of that seven minute message to the nation President Roosevelt referred to December 7, 1941 as “a date which will live in infamy.” Today, December 7, 2016, 75-years later, those words bounce around my mind as I contemplate the sacrifice of the 2,403 killed and 1,178 wounded, Sailors, Marines and civilians.
One of the best things about traveling as a photographer is the ability to experience a variety of different events that you wouldn’t specifically seek out otherwise. At the start of a week of outdoor adventure and exploration around the Reno Tahoe area, I decided to head to Downtown Reno for the final Controlled Cruise for the week long classic car celebration Hot August Nights.
A few weeks ago I found myself in Philadelphia, PA for a magazine photo shoot. With about 8-hours of down time between scouting and the shoot, I set out with my camera, a desire to explore, some helpful advice from visitphilly.com, and an empty stomach. After a full afternoon/evening I come to know why people refer to this as the “City of Brotherly Love” (aside from the fact that Philadelphia is actually Greek for brotherly love which is derived from philos, “love” or “friendship”, and adelphos, “brother”. Sadly 8-hours was barely enough to scratch the surface of what this great city has to offer. If you find yourself in Philly, here are a few things that I learned to help you along your way.
The clock showed it was 2am, as I made way home to Columbia in the back seat of Mary Ann’s car early Sunday morning, following the 60th running of the Southern 500 at Darlington Raceway, in Darlington, SC. I was completely drained from two non-stop days of making my way around the “Lady in Black” while on assignment for the Associated Press, but was content as could be, and didn’t mind the fact that it would be 3am or later before my head hit the pillow.