Last year I did a 365 Project, partially as a challenge to myself as a photographer and partially as a way to document what I guessed would be a year of transitions. As it turns out, it was. I finished my Fulbright year in Spain, traveled on my weekends, walked the Camino de Santiago, got engaged, and returned home to familiar spaces in Michigan to start a new job in Detroit.
Many distances were crossed – by plane, train, bus, car, but sometimes on foot.
I am working on a new creative project for this coming year, but it won’t be a daily photo project – partially because the tail end of the year degenerated into commuting/grading/cat pictures, and it’s hard to measure up to last year’s images.
I had a lot of adventures in 2012. I met a lot of amazing people, and traveled to some incredible places. My favorite parts of my travels were always the times when I climbed to a high place – often at sunset – and looked down on the cities I had spent the day exploring.
I learned a lot about travel this past year, and a lot about myself as a traveler. In the future when I go to a new city, that will be my destination – somewhere I can see the shape of the city, where small individual details dissolve into twinkling lights, and the iconic buildings from postcards become small silhouettes, dwarfed by the sky.
Looking down on Granada from Miguel Del Alto. (Photo by my new Brazilian friend, Carolina.)
Granada – actually in late 2011, but it was the beginning of a year of looking down on cities.
Barcelona, from Parque Guell.
Madrid, last Christmas.
Paris, from Sacre Coeur in Montmartre.
Rome for Easter.
The ruins of Pompeii
Jávea / Xávia
Tabarca – not a city, but a small island off the coast of Alicante.
Bird’s Eye view of Calpe, after a harrowing climb up the Peñón de Ifach.
Marrakesh, Morocco, from the roof of our riad.
Aït Benhaddou, Morocco – you have probably seen it in a movie.
Not a city – but the Berber tents where we stayed in Zagora, at the edge of the Sahara.
Among all of the beautiful cities, my favorite was Alicante, where I lived for 10 months and that I often looked down on, from the heights of the Castillo de Santa Barbara. Nostalgia always adds a cast of golden light, but it was a beautiful city. Someday I will go back.
All the lights lit for Christmas along Alfonso el Sabio.
La Playa Postiguet, full of sunbathers.