A couple of years after I took this photo, I ended up living in a different Pacific Northwest city, and there’s something about this image that captures the region for me: a kelpy ocean bounded by islands and mountains, an population squeezing as much outdoors time in before the big dark descends, the comings and goings of tankers headed around the world. I took this shot and felt ready to mount my bicycle and start the adventure.
During a February week, everyone living between the western slopes of the Cascade Mountains and the Pacific Ocean chased snow across the weather forecast. We were like the survivor of a plane crash in the Gobi Desert tottering after a lake receding into the horizon. We were like an old, arthritic dog wagging its tail… Continue reading For One Weekend Only: Snow in Seattle
Almost a year ago I was in the department of Choco on Colombia's Pacific Coast, which feels like a different country altogether - here, latinos are almost as foreign as white folk. The locals are a mix of indigenous and afro Colombians, who escaped slavery at the hands of the Spaniards and fled to the… Continue reading El Choco, Colombia
I was sitting in an airport in Orlando, not long after publishing a post predicting how hard it was going to be to leave the unforgettable people and the crazy times I'd known and had in Bogota. I was sweating in jeans, a remnant of Bogota's pre-dawn chill unsuited to Florida in summer, let alone… Continue reading Nu Yawk, Nu Yawk
As I ambled out the front gate of Lima's Jorge Chávez International Airport and picked out the cab driver with the nicest looking face it suddenly struck me that I was, after all, in Peru. End of semester parties, endless goodbyes to fellow exchange students on their way back to Europe or Mexico and a… Continue reading The Dol Siblings go to Peru
"Camila! Quinten! What are you drinking?" asks Señor Salazar. "Something with rum?" I reply, and before his daughter can order he's off the beach, over the road and into the resort he and his wife have been terrorising for a couple of days now. Having an absolute ball, it seems. At the slightly quieter posada… Continue reading Not Exploring San Andres
"Yeah, I want to go to El Cocuy" "Oh cool! I've never been, but you have to take a guide, it's very dangerous!" "Na, it'll be right" "No you really have to! Last year a group of tourists went without a guide and got lost. They weren't seen for a month, and one of them… Continue reading A Lesson in Humility in El Cocuy
The exchange departments of both the Queensland University of Technology and Universidad del Rosario would probably like me to write that the last couple of weeks of my first semester on exchange were full of bitter-sweet goodbyes, the receiving of good grades and pensive reflection. There was definitely a few goodbyes to fellow exchange students… Continue reading No Coffee in the Coffee Region
I had a subject this semester called Fotografía Documental ("Documentary Photography"), where the entire semester was dedicated to putting together, well, a photographic documentary. Plans to follow a troop of graffiti artists around fell through (fear not, I'm still working on it) so instead I spent a couple of days with Agripina, a lovely woman… Continue reading Agripina!