I’m always fascinated by seeing evidence of history long gone. The ruins of an old building, a decommissioned road slowly being reclaimed by nature – embers of the past.
One of my highlights of our trip to Hawaii last year was the surprise discovery of a ruined restaurant. It was even more beautiful in its dilapidation than images of the original in its heyday. There’s just something about the process of the wilderness taking back what’s hers that I find intriguing. There are a thousand things to photograph; every detail is mesmerizing.
because I needed something high-quality and ultra-compact/lightweight. Too many times, I found myself lamenting that I had only the dismal quality of my phone to capture a truly remarkable sight. I’d occasionally grab my big camera when the clouds promised a colorful sunrise, but it was a heavy risk that didn’t always pay off. This little camera can now live in my backpack – I won’t notice the negligible weight – and I’ll no longer have to pretend my phone is simply a DSLR that hasn’t grown up yet.
