Night journeys
On the sacred hill
Back to Mother India
I’ve joked for a long time that regardless of where I travel, all roads ultimately lead to India. Of course there’s a lot of truth to this joke. India is a special to me. No matter how long I'm away from it, it seems that I gravitate back time and time again. In fact, since 2005 I’ve visited India 7 times, spending close to 2 years within its borders.
I got first place ...
It feels a little strange to self-promote, but I think this news is pretty deserving. I got first place in people and culture portfolio category in the Travel Photographer of the Year competition. Considering that the competition is pretty well-known these days and there were LOADS of entries, it feels good to get first place.
Waiting for the Patriarch
Off to the camel races
When one camel took off, all others followed. The camel riders turned back every few seconds, as if to smirk, to make sure that other competitors were eating the sand that their camels kicked up. Each man with a whip in hand, legs flailing sideways, airborne above his camel’s hump. Sure it was a false start, but, those who were already ahead didn’t care. Adrenaline took over. It was their time for glory.