If you’ve been following along, we intrepid travelers faced numerous obstacles in our path along the way to our Amalfi Coast home-away-from-home, but we didn’t let any of them deter us in our quest. After a long bus ride and steep climb up their driveway, we arrived just before sunset, unpacked our things in ourContinue reading “The Day We Didn’t Get Lost – Finale”
A few of my gimmicks in one: experiments in symmetrical asymmetry, a shot of a shot, and black and white texture porn. Shot on Panasonic DC-ZS70, ƒ/3.3, 1/60, 4.3mm, ISO500, black and white filter.
I’m not a car girl, but something about this artwork whispers Detroit, ever so softly in my ear. We are the motor city, after all. Shot on Panasonic DC-ZS70, f/3.3, 1/60, 4.30 mm, ISO 400.
In case you forgot where the Cut is. Shot on Panasonic DC-ZS70, ƒ/4, 1/60, 4.3mm, ISO80
Experiments in street photography at the Dequindre Cut. I wanted to thank this guy for helping me out, but a) pandemic, and b) he was running too darned fast. Shot on Panasonic DC-ZS70, ƒ/4.3, 1/80, 10.9mm, ISO200
What wise, punctual, careful travelers were we. We were punctual – oh, so punctual. We abandoned our (gorgeous) hike mid-afternoon, resisting the urge to soak in every last moment of time wandering and taking photos. This would certainly give us plenty of time to check into our room before dusk and get to know theContinue reading “The Day We Didn’t Get Lost (Part Three)”
According to wikipedia, these are called “concrete bridge abutments and overpasses”. I call them “scenic design”. Shot on Panasonic DC-ZS70, ƒ/3.5, 1/80, 5.4mm, ISO200. Black and white filter.
Interrupting my Amalfi Coast nostalgia for a little taste of how ’bout what’s happening now. Happy to report I did the needful and sought some much-needed therapy this weekend — aka, a short drive down the road a piece to downtown Detroit, on a slightly hazy 80 degree day, with my favorite traveling companion. MoreContinue reading “Views from the Cut – Take One”
It doesn’t happen very often — I’d go so far as to say I can count the number of times on one hand — but every once in a blue moon, my Women’s Walkabout companion and I have a day where we actually move in a straight line to get where we’re going. The taleContinue reading “The Day We Didn’t Get Lost (Part Two)”
Most of my Women’s Walkabout adventures are some derivative of “wandered in the wrong direction, madness ensued, eventually stumbled on the right path”. But this day? As the title says, this was the day. That one, single day. The day we somehow knew how to get to where we wanted to go, every step ofContinue reading “The Day We Didn’t Get Lost (Part One)”