There’s something almost mystical about those early hours of the morning, between day and night, when the sun gently rises above the horizon, its warm glow casting long shadows as it slowly shakes the day from its slumber.
My photography book is finally out! It is a labour of love, a homage to a simpler time in photography — a time when you loaded a camera with black-and-white film, a time when you had only a limited number of exposures per roll, a time when you had to wait days or weeks to see the results, a time when you had limited latitude in what you could change. It is a homage to this time, using the latest digital technology.
Also available in eBook format: http://www.blurb.com/ebooks/630984-travels-in-black-and-white
Nous étions bouche-bée. Notre taxi roulait sur la piste d’atterrissage pour nous servir de “follow me car”! Nous venions d’atterrir à Hvar, un aérodrome folklorique en Croatie où les seuls êtres vivants avant notre arrivée étaient un âne et un cheval, « le Ground Maintenance Crew » selon les dires du chauffeur de taxi.
We were not used to such luxury. There was someone waiting for us in a “Follow Me” car. Another brought the fuel truck to our plane as his colleague was tying it down. And capping all this was the courtesy bus to the terminal.
It was a clear blue sky over a clear blue sea, and we were cruising at 130kts, and all was well with the world.