Photography Portfolio

Close enough to SF that it stopped being a trip and became a normal weekend. After enough visits, we've got the itinerary down to something we can run without discussing it.

Marrakech, the dunes at Merzouga, then north through Fez and Chefchaouen and back down the coast, all of it in August, which was the one clear mistake. Came home with lamps, leather jackets, and a suitcase that should have been a size bigger.

They call it little Kyoto, which undersells it. The samurai town, quieter than Kyoto and better for it. Sat in a tea house at Kenroku-en with matcha and mochi, drizzle coming down on the pond, and I'm not sure I've had a better hour anywhere. Also had omakase at Soki that I still think about.

Kyoto turned me into a morning person for three days straight, purely to get ahead of the crowds. One afternoon we gave up and went back to the hotel. Beautiful place, and I probably won't return, because of the crowds, of which I was one. Nara was mostly bowing to deer. In Osaka we planned every day around food — omakase, sushi, takoyaki, okonomiyaki, onigiri, 7-Eleven — and at one point split an entire fluffy cheesecake in a square, which is defensible at 20,000 steps a day

Overnight here and never saw Fuji once — solid overcast, though it did good things for the fall colors. Went back for a day trip at the end of the trip to Japan and got about as lucky as you can get.

Lowkey underrated. Went here instead of Yosemite and had the trails mostly to ourselves, and it was the first real bed and breakfast I've stayed at in the US — not an Airbnb with a lockbox and a list of rules.

No particular place. Just sunsets, and the occasional sunrise when I managed it.

An hour from the city and it does a fair Scottish Highlands impression, right down to the weather. Don't go May through August unless you want fog; there's a herd of tule elk out on the point that you'll see either way.

Water blue enough that you want to get in, cold enough that you immediately want back out. We made it down to the shore the season before they closed the trail for repairs.

Lived here two years. Spring is the season worth planning around and summer is the one to avoid, humidity being what it is. Ask me and I’ll give you the three-day version.

Small enough that we ran out of things to do by Saturday afternoon, which turned out to be the point. Rode the Skunk Train because you're supposed to — wouldn't bother a second time.

Grew up in Nepal, so this was the first time I’d ever lived near a beach, and warm enough to swim in December besides. I turned down Drexel for a school down here, reasoning that a CS degree is a CS degree. It isn’t, and I transferred to Georgia Tech the following year, but I got this beach out of the deal. Best sunrises around, if you can get up for them.

A couple of hours up the coast from Savannah, so we went a few times over the years. Nothing planned, just what I happened to have the camera out for.

Drove through this town more times than I can count without ever stopping for longer than a tank of gas. Eventually made a trip of it, for no particular reason.

Finally made it after always saying "Eh, its close by. We can always go there" and it is apparently one of the least visited national parks. Climbed some rocks and saw a Condor. Nothing much.