One: the color orange. Two: white chandeliers. Three: wooden beams.
Vasai, India.
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A crumbling column framed the entryway to a dark interior, once the place of gilt ballrooms and glitzier ballgowns.
Mumbai, India.
If I thought I was being sneaky, I was mistaken. At least one of the boys knew what I was up to.
Coonoor, India.
There are moments when the world appears to shimmer and shift, the real becomes unreal and you lose the ability to touch what you see.
Coonoor, India.
Another good place to watch a sunset: from the top of a tea plantation.
Nilgiris, India.
Morning dew and an antique urn, juxtaposing a breath of the new and the sigh of the old.
Coonoor, India.
This door to a shed on a construction site in Coonoor caught my eye for its quick assembly and worn textures. I seem to be hunting down crumbling architecture.
Coonoor, India.
One of the best places to watch a sunset: from this chair on the veranda of my uncle’s house.
Coonoor, India.
…lies a delightful textural palette on a cloudy day in London.
Paddington Basin, London.
Snow and reeds on the Finnish bank.
Helsinki, Finland.
Detail of baskets on an overhead shelf.
Aalto Studio, Helsinki, Finland.
Sometimes, Parisians do ride bikes with wicker baskets and prop them up against a white-painted window frame with flowers just behind its panes.
Rue de Grenelle, Paris VIIe.
As usual, I went to a renown historical site and was distracted from the obvious attractions. I never wound up finding the graves of Satre and de Beauvoir, but golden hour at the Cimetière de Montparnasse Cemetery was a productive photography session.
Cimetière de Montparnasse, Paris XIVe.
Once again, a folie. There was construction abound in the park, and so we couldn’t quite access this one for its close up.
Parc de la Villette, Paris XIXe.
On a clear day, the bright red folies at the Parc de la Villette stand in sharp contrast to a blue sky. Photographing each one might be an interesting project to undertake.
Parc de la Villette, Paris XIXe.
Entering the Cité des Sciences is an awesome sight, even without a view of the Géode’s reflective surface. The most recent exhibit seems to have filled the space with suspended stars, both scary (those sharp points are reminiscent of rose thorns) and inspiring (their multiplicity fills the space and gives it meaning).
Cité des Sciences et de l’Industrie, Paris XIXe
You should, of course, visit Victor Hugo’s residence at the Place des Vosges in its own right: the current exhibit on his photographic experiments (and those of his peers) was a surprising delight, and revealed an aspect of the author I had yet to encounter. The stairs and stone floors leading up to the exhibit were equally intriguing.
Hôtel de Rohan-Guéménée, Paris IVe.
I was once again distracted from an incredible view of the city by this rusting screen that lined the overlook’s interior wall. Next time I climb the Basilica’s dome, I’ll be sure to get images of the city itself.
Sacre Coeur, Paris XVIIIe.
Today we climbed 300 steps to the almost-top of Sacre Coeur, for a view of a fogged-over city at dusk. You could see the tip of the Eiffel tower rising from the brouillard, but I was more interested in the wisps of sunlight striking these faux-romanesque arches.
Sacre Coeur, Paris XVIIIe.
What a better way to celebrate the new year than an evening walk along the Thames? We followed the Thames Path from the London Eye to the Tower Bridge, experiencing a range of architectural styles. The large globe seems to punctuate this string of lights, found just before climbing the bridge.
Thames Path, London.
I was torn between photographing the fireworks at the London Eye, and simply taking in the way they exploded across the sky. I settled for photographing a few of the sequences and watching the rest.
London Eye, London.
When wandering through the Victoria and Albert Museum on New Year’s Eve, the light reflecting off these silver rings caught our eye. The museum is enormous, and this close-up of one artifact does not do it justice, but be sure there are many similarly incredible attractions to be found.
Victoria and Albert Museum, London.
The view of Buckingham Palace from St. James’s Park is one to behold. The birds were a bit distracting, though. And more fun to photograph.
St. James’s Park, London.
This stay in Paris is my third. The first time I came to the city, I stood on Point Zéro and thought, wouldn’t it be great to come back here for another visit? And I did. The second time I came to the city, I stood on Point Zéro and thought, wouldn’t it be great to come back here to live? And here I am. What should I wish for next?
Place du Parvis, Paris IVe.
I’ve actually taken quite a few photographs of Notre Dame, at night and in the daylight – it’s quite photogenic. I thought I’d snag one of the lady with her Christmas trimmings before they were taken down.
Notre Dame, Paris IVe.
I first visited this pedestrian bridge during the summer of 2007, while studying at the Ecole de Beaux-Arts in Fontainebleau. Our architectural group was on a tour of the city, and swung by this quartier, visiting the park and library the bridge connects.
Paris XIIe + XIIIe.
Angelina is the place to go for the best hot chocolate in Paris, and dare I say, in the world. For just under €7, you can have your own pot of melted chocolate, a dollop of whipped cream, and divine atmosphere.
Angelina, Rue de Rivoli, Paris Ie.
There are several places in Paris to grab your ice-skates and let loose. This afternoon we went to the skating rink at the Hôtel de Ville. It was very busy, and we had a 45-minute wait before we could even rent our ice-skates. But for €5, it’s a cheap and fun way to spend the afternoon. Did I mention I got to see the sun set over Notre Dame while zipping around the rink?
Hôtel de Ville, Paris IVe.
This giant tree can be found, for those of you in Paris, at the Galeries Lafayette, in the building that houses Women’s fashion. Go to the 3rd floor (lingerie…for those of you interested) and get the view from the top down. Worth the climb.
Galeries Lafayette, Paris IXe.
This tasty Christmas log dessert was the coup de grace that resulted in the food-induced coma I will shortly succumb to. But before I go, here’s an image to show you just how tasty it was.
Paris Ve.
Christmas dinner (lunch, really) was a three-course affair. Soup and toasted pastries for the entrée, a mix of meats and vegetables for the main course, and a chocolate-hazelnut dessert, all accompanied by a nice bottle of Saumur. This is the table before we began our coma-inducing meal.
Paris Ve.
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