It’s that time. The call of the wind and the waves and the sea, the call to adventure.
It has been a busy month here at Curious Lizard. We are always active traveling, photographing, researching, exploring and printing. Our biggest challenge, and I think the biggest challenge of most people active in this medium, is trying to say more with our photographs.
Hard work and hard efforts have borne fruit. In regional competitions we won first place awards in architectural and religious and spiritual photography. We also won a second place in street photography and a third place in black and white landscape photography.
Most importantly for me personally was the acceptance and inclusion of the above image “Dolce Vita” in the Center for Photographic Art Members’ Juried online exhibit.
“Travel Tales with Curious Lizard and Adventure Squirrel.” Ep. 1
I really dislike riding backwards and as much as I wanted too, I couldn’t complain. Our ride was a twin propeller airplane and our flight path took us straight over the high Atlas Mountains. Gaining altitude as we flew a pattern of slow circles, Mustafa pointed east, “that’s Algeria” he said, “and the base we took off from was used by the French Foreign Legion during the occupation.” My mind reflexively flashed through images of Beau Geste.
From above, brown earth and dusty Sahara air revealed traces of green sinews winding here and there, river valleys bringing life giving water to small farms, fruit and olive trees. We flew higher and the High Atlas Mountains loomed closer. On we went. Waves of fog broke over the summits, boiling air turbulence tossed our little plane, Slam! I reached up to prevent my head form smashing into the fuselage. In spite of myself, I felt a little panic creeping up my spine. Slam! Jokingly, Christy began to invoke the name of a Moroccan demon, both Mustafa and myself blurted out “don’t do that!” She stopped.
The worst of it lasted about fifteen minutes. I looked over to Mustafa and he was praying passionately, this was when I realized we would make it. The rest of the two hour ride was less harrowing and ended with us landing safely in the breezy coastal town of Essaouira. Feet firmly planted on the ground I turned to Mustafa and said “that was the most terrifying experience of my life,” he smiled and replied “really? I was’t scared at all.”
The Nikon Df, introduced at the end of 2013 sits calmly in the eye of the storm while megapixel wars and mirrorless insurgencies swirl around it. Still the smallest and lightest full frame DSLR and heir to the vast legacy of Nikkor and F mount Zeiss glass, the Df goes about it’s work taking stunning images and serving as an example of simple traditional ergonomic principles. In the age of the Leica 262 and Sony A7s, the Nikon Df remains my elegant companion. We have traveled the world together, from Battleship Island in Nagasaki harbor to the deserts of Morocco, my elegant companion never fails to excite with superb low light performance and beautiful tonality. The Df is a true travelers camera and after all this time, I can’t imagine using anything else. For more information on my travel kit go here.
We here at Curious Lizard had an amazing time traveling through Morocco. Our gracious guides wrote this song about us and we are ever so grateful to them for their hospitality.