Making a brief shift away from the California coast, I found myself wide awake at 5:00 a.m. on my first morning in Prague. Part of me groaned at the jet lag, but the photographer side of me was thankful for the early awakening so that I could put into practice my two main rules for travel photography. What are those rules you may ask?
Standing still and silent, the Coronado Bridge traverses the bay in a graceful curve, carrying workers and visitors back and forth to downtown. It is relatively new (1969), but an icon that represents San Diego as much as Balboa Park.
Talk about a room with a view! Twilight at the Chalet Hotel Schonegg.
When I was in college in the 1980’s and studying “abroad” in Vienna for a semester, I took a weekend trip to Switzerland. The landscape was phenomenal. Lush green valleys with clusters of yellow daffodils blooming everywhere. Snow topped mountains released dozens of waterfalls that cascaded into the valleys below. I spent the first two days snapping pictures left and right. On my final day, I took the train to Zermatt to see the might Matterhorn. It was one of the places I had always wanted to visit and it proved to be stunning. However, in one of my biggest photographic fails, I had left my camera behind in the hostel back in Interlaken. I was devastated and although Zermatt was incredible, I had no images from the trip (remember, cell phones were not a thing back then). I knew that someday, I would have to make my way back and try again.