Over the last 12 years of travel writing, I have become a fairly competent photographer almost by accident. I had come back from my first press trip to Mexico and had taken a few selfies — before they were called selfies — in front of the temples and ruins of Tulum. When the editor asked if I had any photos, I sheepishly said, “Yes, I have some. But, well, I am in them all.”
He laughed and said, “Don’t worry. We’ll crop you out. I sold four photos that day and was cropped out of all of them. Since then, I have traveled with heavy DSLRs and video equipment on every assignment, which frequently left rope burns on my neck. I have read and studied and asked lots of stupid questions of talented and skilled photographers who listened and were patient.
Here are some of my favorite shots.
Morning in Sydney, Australia