1 March 2015
One recent lazy Sunday morning, I found myself scanning through hundreds of photographs on my iPad. It was the height of winter in NYC and the temperature outside had dipped far below freezing.
From my window, I could see the streets and sidewalks littered with dirty snow and ice from the blizzard that swept through weeks back. But inside my apartment, the warmth from the radiator and Edith Piaf’s quivery voice from the turntable made me almost forget the cold.
I swipe my index finger on the iPad screen and come across pictures from my recent trip to France. And I am wistful.
Medieval hilltop village of Gordes
25 January 2016
Along Highway 1, California
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26 January 2016
After the record-breaking blizzard of 2016, a quiet stroll at dusk on an almost-empty park reminds me why I so love New York.
Sheep Meadow and Midtown
Bethesda Terrace and Bethesda Fountain beyond
Bethesda Terrace at dusk
Red in a sea of white
Evening stroll at the Mall
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Mirador de Kari. Valle de la Luna (Valley of the Moon)
28 November 2015
It started a few years ago when I came across a photograph online of pink flamingos amidst a stunning desert sunset. I had no idea where this place was and had my doubts on whether the photograph was real at all (photoshopped maybe? Or so I thought). I clicked on the photograph and the caption stated it was taken at the Atacama desert in Chile. That started my fascination with this desert, a fascination that would be reinforced many times by the mind-blowing photographs of its unique landscapes I would encounter online.
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