Despite all the warnings of the impossible roads and the supposedly dangerous locals I made it to La Punta Gallinas and, I loved it. With the years I've come to appreciate the remoteness of places like these. There's something special in getting away from the masses, from the traffic and the noise.
I navigated through the cactuses, past the donkeys, down the winding gravel road to the beach. Julian was untangling his fishing net, which is referred to locally as chinchorro. His wife Veronica and daughter Valeria were nearby keeping him company.
"Don’t go! You’ll get lost! The road is horrible! There are bad people! ”For a few seconds the words of the hotel owner's wife made me a little concerned and then… they made me want to go even more.
The noise, the movement and then the sight of fish in boxes drew me in like a magnet. Those who know me, know that I fish whenever I can and that I’m obsessed with everything fish-related. The discovery that my hotel was right next to a fishing settlement got me pretty excited.
Everything that I imagined Colombia to be, seems to have come to life in a strange, but pleasant way. The music, the parties, the laid-back attitude (at least so far, on the coast).
"Those of us who fought in the war, we can’t ever go back. They’ve got our names in the system. If we come back, they’ll take us away. We’ve been living in this place for 24 years! What has the government done for us? They promise to finally resettle us into a new apartment block. We’ll see.”
An important industrial centre during Soviet times, today Rustavi’s industrial area is much more akin to a ghost town. I don’t remember where I heard about this strange, eerie place, but a friend and I decided to visit it the other day.
Myself and Jacob James will be going around some cities in Eastern Europe as part of the Lumix G80 launch tour. We'll talk about our photography, the Romania project we shot for Panasonic and there will be a Q + A. At the end, we'll have a hands-on workshop kinda thing.
“We were out collecting grapes all day. Now all we have to do is press them and then we’ll have a nice get-together. I came back especially for you. Really! Come!”
A man by the sidewalk sells portraits of Soviet party leaders, flags with slogans, badges, WWII medals. A woman opposite lays out vases and silver cutlery. Next vendor has a rocking horse, a chair, a record of Stalin’s recordings from the 50s.
Photokina is the biggest photography/video expo in the world. It takes place every second year in Cologne, Germany and it’s the place to be if you want any part in where the industry is heading, or even if you just like photo/video gadgets.
At long, long last I’m in Georgia! I meant to get here last year, but my Landy had some issues which were “fixed” in remote parts of Turkey. The incredible work of those mechanics meant that I had to fix what was “fixed” at an official Landrover workshop in Izmir...
I fell in love with the Braslav region in Belarus when I first arrived here 7 years ago. I’ve been coming back every other year since.
I’m now into my second week of working on a project for Panasonic Europe in Belarus. Since I became an ambassador for my favourite camera-maker, I proposed to show them how I’ve been using their Lumix cameras in my personal project...
This Photo Diary entry is an announcement, a really exciting one for me. Last week I became a Panasonic Lumix Ambassador.
“Now that's the shot you wanna have!” This phrase became a joke with me Hardik and Deepti during our days traveling together. I heard it from Hardik too many times to count.
What I always miss about India is the feeling that something exciting could happen at anytime anywhere. For a photographer this is especially great. There’s just no other country I’ve been to where you’re so visually stimulated so often.
A man usually digs up the salt and loads it into a large aluminium basin. The basin goes on top of a woman’s head. She unloads it into the back of a tractor. A new pile of salt is waiting within seconds.
Dwarka… One of India’s holiest cities. The ancient kingdom of Krishna. The most Western point of India. Now a quiet pilgrimage town on the sea.
My love affair with South Gujarat continues. Having ridden back and forth here so much, I’ll miss the roads that go through it. They’re special. Different to many other roads of India that I mostly associate with hell.