I say goodbye to my wife outside of the airport, my heart filled with conflicting emotions as always. The excitement I feel for travel, for new photographs and new friendships, mixes with the sadness that comes from being away from my girls. I have fought a dichotomy like this my whole life: musician and paramedic, paramedic and photographer, family man and educator. It is par for the course when you pursue multiple passions I suppose… but it never gets easier.
In a few hours I board a plane to Paris, where I’ll be teaching a 5 day travel photography workshop with my friend Spencer Wynn. I’m traveling light this week, shooting with a Fujifilm X-T3 and a pair of small lenses (the new Fujinon 16mm f/2.8 and the 23mm f/2). I could do this trip with just one lens of course, my preferred gear pack for travel, but I’ve been looking forward to putting the new 16mm through its paces. Add in my iPad, a few changes of clothes and a toothbrush and I am good to go.
Wheels up at 1:30pm… definitely time to make a few photos while I wait.
We land at Charles De Gaulle airport the next morning at 8:00am local time. A lost day; a world away. Early morning sunshine beams through the windows as we exit the plane and I am compelled to shoot a few frames before exiting the terminal.
I speak to the customs officer in broken French, meet Spencer outside, and our week begins.
Note: I will be blogging this trip a little bit differently than previous entries on this site; think of it more as a daily photo journal rather than the long structured articles I usually write.
I hope you enjoy it.