I’ve never been captivated by the desert like so many British explorers. Notably Wilfred Thesiger, author of Arabian Sands, an account of his crossing of the great Empty Quarter, one of the last unmapped regions on earth. Or the Frenchman Rene Caille, the … Continue reading
Category Archives: Memoir
WHEN I WOULD THINK, WELL THIS IS WHAT I’VE COME TO SEE AND THE PHYSICAL AND AT TIMES THE PSYCHOLOGICAL DEMANDS OF TRAVEL TO GET HERE HAVE BEEN MORE THAN WORTH IT.
When I think of the places I’ve been, I think not of the places I’ve seen, but of the colors of those places preserved in my photographs. BLUE: A storm over the great lagoon of Rangiroa in the Tuamotu Archipelago. RED: A man and his car in … Continue reading