October 21, 2014

Venice, Italy. October, 2012


I think the most beautiful canals in Venice are those that are far from the crowded tourist haunts. Let others aim their smartphones and cameras at the Grand Canal. I prefer the out-of-the-way finds like this one, discovered around a corner during an aimless stroll.

October 20, 2014

Marché Jean-Talon, Montréal. October, 2007


Every once in awhile, Dr. Blake drops his “scientist” front and acts silly. It’s at those times that I love him most. One example: We came across this creepy giant pumpkin in Montréal’s central market and couldn’t resist a photo op.

October 19, 2014

Tucson. April, 2013


The dryness, the lack of color, the play of light and shadow along my running route in Tucson.

October 18, 2014

Tucson. April, 2013


What is it about this that lets you know it’s in the Southwest rather than, say, New England? The play of light and shadow? The dryness apparent? The appreciation of mud colors? This bridge is toward the end of my Tucson running route. I always like reaching this point, knowing it will soon be over.

October 17, 2014

Los Angeles. October, 2007


Those of you who read all the credits at the ends of films or even TV programs may have wondered exactly what certain terms might mean. “Gaffer” is one. “Best Boy” another. But I’m here to explain “Craft Service.” It means snacks. I’m not kidding. Here is the craft service table for the video shoot we worked on for Bose headphones in Los Angeles a few years ago. Look at that spread! Coffee, of course. But also a full panoply of munchies that ranged from whole-food healthy to unashamedly junk. And so nicely lit, too. Those West Coast folks take their craft service mighty seriously.

October 16, 2014

Istanbul. September, 2014


Talk about a niche market! We were amazed at how segregated certain stores are in Istanbul. This photo is from what we called the belt-buckle neighborhood. As we climbed the hill to the Suleymaniye Mosque, we saw some two dozen stores selling nothing but these items. Right next door to one another. A similar phenomenon occurred when we came across the plexiglas neighborhood.

October 15, 2014

Odessa, Ukraine. September, 2014


A Ukranian colleague of Jay’s had told him that Odessa was like Gloucester (MA) only with an opera house. So, of course, we had to find the opera house. And we did. But the real treat was hearing a remarkable tenor practicing an aria with his teacher on piano behind this window at the back of the building. It sounded like Verdi; Otello was on the schedule for that night. But whatever it was, it was magical. It’s unexpected moments like these that make travel so wonderful and remain so vividly in memory.