I know the About section of a blog is supposed to give readers some insight into the writer of the blog, but rather than list my place of origin, accomplishments, clients, both good and bad, I thought I would just tell you why I decided to write this blog in the first place.
I am a travel and documentary photographer, who after photographing models for beauty and fashion clients for over 20 years, decided that what really gets me excited is landing in a foreign country I’ve never been to and try to capture it’s culture and people. I wonder if getting older has something to do with this.
As I turned away from the scene of temperamental hair and make-up artists and 6-foot freaks of nature, I thought someone might be interested in reading what its like to travel to the far corners of the world to photograph and get paid for it at the same time. Lets face it, everyone thinks travel photographers lead a glamorous life, jetting from here to there.
How can you beat it? One day on assignment in Cuba, watching the sun set on the Malecón and the next month surrounded by fearsome tribesmen in Ethiopia. Maybe a stop in Timbuktu, Mali or a cool drink on the beach of Na Trang, Vietnam after an exhausting day of shooting.
At least that is what everyone thinks travel photographers do, but as you are about to find out, things aren’t all mint juleps on the front porch of an exotic tent overlooking the desert in Rajasthan, India under a full moon.
Oh no, not quite so fast. How about a bout of kidney stones at midnight, three days drive from the nearest emergency facility in, you guessed it my exotic tent. Or the 41 hours travel time it took to get home from one location, caked in mud and smelling like some farm animal.
Ah yes, exotic travel photography. Now pass me the Yak butter tea.