August 31st, 2016 In Nepal – Photographing the Nepalese mountain tribes in the Himalayas, between the borders of China and India. I have found that some of the best opportunities that come our way are the results of having no plan … Continue reading
Sitting in our small prop plane high up in the Himalayan mountains of Nepal, I looked around at my new friends: relationships forged from five days of mountain climbing through some of God’s most spectacular artistry. We had survived torrential … Continue reading
In Nepal – Photographing the Nepalese mountain tribes in the Himalayas, between the borders of China and India. Just when I thought my heart had expanded to its fullest from photographing beautiful faces around the world, I met the Nepalese. … Continue reading
Walking through Kathmandu’s Durbar Square after my arrival to Nepal, a quote from one of my favorite movies kept running throughly mind, “To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer, to find each … Continue reading
Just when I thought that I had already met the best that Emirates has to offer, these guys on flight EK222 came along… their stories from Serbia, Lebanon, Thailand and Norway were beautiful and our time of sharing was memorable. … Continue reading
After three years, a quarter of a million miles and 19 countries I have a couple of observations – Love is the most profound force known to man That whoever said that time heals all wounds must have broken something … Continue reading
I loved traveling to LA this week, reuniting Carissa and Matthew before they both start semesters at their respective schools. For me, it was an opportunity to not only see Carissa whom I last said goodbye to in Annecy France, … Continue reading
“MANIFESTO OF THE BRAVE AND BROKENHEARTED There is no greater threat to the critics and cynics and fearmongers Than those of us who are willing to fall Because we have learned how to rise With skinned knees and bruised hearts; … Continue reading
48 hours ago I was aiming my camera through the window of the airplane, snapping photos of the emerald green water that surrounds Zanzabar while on approach for a landing to pick up a few passengers. I was lamenting the fact that I had not scheduled time to stay on this island of paradise that lies just off the coast of Tanzania, Africa. My climbing buddy (and newly adopted daughter☺️) Katherine was wise indeed, having scheduled time in advance to enjoy this mysterious island with its musical name. Kat was somewhere down below and I was more than a bit envious.
One hour later while sitting on the runway in seat 8F we got word of a mechanical failure and promises of updates to come. During the five hours that followed, things got progressively nasty. Passengers were getting angry and the young pilot was running out of patience. Finally they took everyone off the plane and into the Qatar waiting area in the terminal. Things were not much better there and the crisis control employee for Qatar was clearly in over his head. The angry mob surrounding him was closing in.
I have learned in recent years that “the confused old man” approach works much better than the “here is what your fixing to do for me” approach from my younger days. As such, I leaned in close to the young man and said softly, I am sick, I am fixing to start throwing up which will compound your job dramatically, get me out of here. He summonsed a kind female Qatar employee who expedited me through customs and out to a waiting taxi. I was free at last to explore the magical island of Zanzibar.
Zanzibar’s beauty is only matched by the hearts of its people. I filled my little moleskin notebook with stories of people that I now carry close to my heart. The kindness’s that Kat and I experienced will not be soon forgotten.
These photographs help tell the story of 48 hours in Zanzibar.