Monday, July 29, 2013

Corsica Part I

Whew, j'adore ma vie! Sorry I haven't had time to write. Loving Paris right now. Going back to Corsica, here are my favorite shots from the first few days in Bastia. What an incredible place! Old apartment buildings on steep narrow streets, the Citadel and the Vieux Port line the waterfront. La mer is an unbelievable blue color. I love the story that all the shudders are painted with the same green paint left over from World War II. Driving the rental car up the tiny streets was quite a challenge, one that I enjoyed. It stayed light until 10pm and we easily were up until 3am chatting with friends in cafés, watching fireworks on Bastille Day or dancing at street festivals. Oh and drinking lots of local Rosé! It's truly magical (but don't tell anyone).

 Ma muse Julia

Saturday, July 20, 2013

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A collection of images from Tanzania by photographer Tegra Stone Nuess

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Collection of images from Thailand and Laos by photographer Tegra Stone Nuess.

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Wednesday, July 17, 2013


Whew, so it's gonna take me a little while to catch up here. I was off the map in Corsica these last 6 days and am now back in Paris. But before all that, I spent 16 sleepless hours in Iceland! J'ai bien profité (I really made use of my time), renting a car and seeing as much as possible. After landing at midnight I set out on my own in the twilight. Starving, I found a 24hr convenience store and microwaved some pizza with a couple of EMT pilots from Quebec. Then without much of a map I ventured on to the Golden Circle. My nervousness of getting lost faded as I realized there weren't very many roads and plenty of signs. I was the ONLY one on the road for hours. I found a good radio station and at one point was rocking out to Macklemore thinking 'where am i right now?!'. The landscape felt like another planet with dark black rocks covered in bright green moss and no trees to be seen. I could periodically see the ocean in the distance and birds flying overhead. Around 3am the light slowly rose, but since it was very cloudy and rainy not much changed. 

Around 4am I arrived at Gullfoss, the famous waterfall. The perk of getting there at that hour was that I had it completely to myself. To be in such a famous touristy spot all alone was quite magical. I ran around in the rain setting up my tripod and taking photos of this enormous chute. 

A bit obvious of a sign no?

Next was the Geysir. Surrounded by hot springs and signs warning of extreme temperatures are two huge geysers. One that goes off whenever there's an earthquake and the other every 8-10 minutes. It was very eerie to watch the bubbling water not knowing when it would come shooting out:

Jumping back in the car, I rushed to Reykjavik, stopping to take photos of this amazing landscape. 

I arrived in the city around 8am and it was very quiet. I headed to the large church where people can reach the top for a great view. After depositing my money in the box a woman tells me the church doesn't open until 9am. She snuck me into the elevator anyway and I found myself again in an incredible place all alone. The view of the city below was amazing. Apparently nothing opened until 9 or 10am so I walked the cute streets until a breakfast place could provide me with some much needed coffee.

I wish I could have spent more time in Reykjavik, especially at night for their world renown nightlife, but I had to continue on to see The Blue Lagoon before my flight. Everyone said it was a must. By now it was pouring rain, soaking me before even getting in. What a place. It felt so good to soak my sore muscles after hours of flying and driving. I swam about in the warm milky blue water listening to languages from around the world, the cool rain hitting my face. I agree, a must-see.

So of course 16 hours wasn't enough time in Iceland and I would love to go back, but I saw quite a lot during my layover. Moving around taking photos kept me very awake, but once I was on route back to airport after soaking in the Lagoon, the fatigue set in. I curled up on the plane and dreamt of Paris to come.