Florence’s cathedral, or Duomo, has to be one of the most beautiful cathedrals in the world. But for photographers its sheer size and location – sandwiched amid the narrow streets of the centre of Florence, present a holy problem. So what to do? My advice – and I don’t profess to getting good shots of this building despite many […]
As if Sydney wasn’t photogenic enough, the harbour city puts on a festival of light, music and ideas each year called Vivid. The highlight for many is the light show beamed on to the sails of the Sydney Opera House each night of the festival, held from late May to early June. But I wanted to know how best to […]
Nine days in to the 12-day photography tour of Myanmar and I was more than happy with the images captured on my memory cards. Sunrise and sunset views of the Buddhist temples and stupas of Bagan are unforgettable experiences. And seeing monks and other villagers cross the U-Bein bridge, the world’s longest teak bridge, outside Mandalay, is another must-have photograph […]
Photography is all about light: chasing it, and sometimes trying to hide from it. Sometimes you arrive at a spot or moment that you want to capture, only to find the light not playing along. What can you do?
It’s all about space. And distance. It is where the horizon plays a key role, but where everyone has a part once there. It talks of a sense of belonging and a connection between people and the environment – in this case a vast, flat land in the West Australian outback. Inner Australia, by renowned English sculptor Antony Gormley, consists […]
It was on a recent short trip to Bali that I was pleased I lived by a valuable maxim: never have your camera too far away when travelling. I was being driven from the south of the island to the inland town of Ubud, when traffic on the single-lane road came to a halt outside a village. A police officer […]
It was now or never. We needed to get a clean shot quickly, before the “snipers” moved in. Sure enough, as the monks waited patiently in a window frame amid the ancient Angkor Wat temple, the pair’s bright orange robes began to attract several nearby tourists like a lamp drawing in moths.
It was at the memorial to the victims of the Khmer Rouge regime at a wat just outside Battambang that I learnt a lot more about my guide, Mr Philay, and Cambodia under the Khmer Rouge. “We were always so hungry … oh, hungry, hungry all the time,’’ he said. “Nothing to eat.”
His name was Myron Red Moustache, and he was going to tell me the story of how he came to have such a name. But first, I was to climb into the truck cabin with him, leaving our three German tour “hitchhikers” in the back. He was going to tell the story to me, not them.
It was a moment to savour. With the sun high in the Arizona sky, a ray of light beams down through the narrow opening of the Upper Antelope slot canyon, lighting . It was a magical sight, one I could have stared at for ages. Except that there was another crowd of people just around the corner wanting to come […]