I mentioned when I posted my previous photo of this same pedestrian bridge that I had two other versions I would share in the future. Here’s version #2 (I’ll post #3 sometime in the future as well). It’s rare that I can’t decide between different versions of my photos – usually one is “right” and the others aren’t. With this photo, I’ve found things I like in each of the three.
Visiting Scotland in 2012, I loved the combination of old and new. I especially liked this view of Inverness Castle, shrouded in scaffolding, rising above the modern buildings with their shops and apartments below. In the foreground, the incredible Young Street Bridge radiates bright pink energy that welcomes you to an Inverness that is probably very different today than in 1836 when the castle was last rebuilt (or 1057 when it was first built).
In February, 2015, my wife and I took a quick trip from Denver to Santa Fe where we explored the city, saw some great art, and took a few nice photos. Among the city photos I took on that trip, this one turned out the best as an abstract black and white view on the New Mexico Museum of Art. I loved the shape of the adobe tower combined with the protruding beams – the fancy carved wood sticking out while the windows sink inward.
Happy 4th of July! I took this photo in 2012 while visiting my friends Amy and Matt in New York City. We were all photography aficionados, so we agreed to take an evening stroll to Times Square to find some interesting photos of the locals and tourists. I took several great photos that night, but this one seems especially festive for posting on Independence Day.
My day in Paris had started off typically enough. The air traffic controllers were on strike, just not the ones controlling my United flight landing at CDG. The rail conductors were also on strike, but fortunately for me the Ubers at the airport were running just fine. I arrived at the office on a sunny morning without incident (despite ominous reports of riots in some far flung arrondissement), worked for a few hours, and then checked into my hotel for a quick shower and nap. It was during my shower that my jet lagged brain realized the weather had profoundly changed when I heard the din of loud raindrops on the roof of the hotel above me – loud enough to drown out the sound of the shower I was taking.