Thursday & Friday | Workshop | The Final 36 Hours

Thursday – 4:00am

I’m startled awake by the incessant beeping from my alarm and it takes a few minutes to clear my head.  Looking out the window I can see that the rain of the last few days is gone, replaced by a thin cloud layer that I know will give way to beautiful sunshine at some point today.  I’m excited now… there is something magical about being up early in a city like Paris, a feeling that you have the whole place to yourself.  I love it.

Thursday – 5:17am

We arrive at Pont des Arts, the famed love lock bridge of Paris.  The locks are gone now, the bridge renovated a few years back to prevent them from being re-attached.  I think this is a symbolic loss for couples in love visiting this city, the loss of a tradition, but the sad truth is that the weight of the locks damaged the bridge.  

The plan for this morning is to shoot the sun rising behind Île de la Cité.  It is an iconic shot, one that has become a rite of passage for me each time I return to Paris, but it never grows old.  The morning clouds deny us a sunrise, unfortunately, but they do reward us with a beautiful blue sky reflected in the calm morning water.  It was a wonderfully peaceful morning spent shooting with friends, and soon we were heading back to our accommodations to rest up for the afternoon / evening session.

Thursday – 3:00pm

Our Uber drops us off near Les Invalides, about 2km from the Eiffel Tower.  The goal for the afternoon is to explore the wonderful neighbourhood between here and the Eiffel Tower.  We usually do this “Amazing Race” style, using the Eiffel Tower as our meeting point and giving the students two hours to get there.  I always love seeing everyone’s images from this session, because each student delivers a different take on the same neighbourhood.

Thursday – 5:12pm

We arrive at the Eiffel Tower, a location that is both wondrous and a bit sad for me now.  Wondrous because it represents the joy and elation that travel brings me, and sad because of what the experience of visiting the Eiffel Tower has become.  The base of the tower is now surrounded by 10’ high, 2” thick bullet proof glass.  Soldiers, part of France’s Opération Sentinelle, patrol the area with long weapons at ready.  Entry to the tower is gained via long lines and security checks.  Gone are the days of simply strolling underneath the tower, hand in hand with your love.

Now, it is safe to say that working as a paramedic for 20 years made me a realist.  I understand today’s world, as I do the need for heightened security.  Paris is a city that has been occupied in the past, has been attacked multiple times in recent years, and it rightfully takes safety very seriously.  Still though, I cannot help but lament the loss of innocence a little bit.

We continued shooting in the area, grabbed dinner as a group, and found our spots to enjoy the sun setting behind the Eiffel Tower.  We shot the sunset.  We shot the blue hour.  We shot until there was no light left to shoot.  It was a great way to spend our final evening session together.

Friday – 4:00am

The alarm goes off again, after only 3 hours of sleep this time.  Our Uber arrives shortly after and we are off to Le Trocadéro et son esplanade, the final shooting location for the week.  Here we encounter a challenge:  A film crew is barricading off the main area that we want to shoot in.  


Flexibility is an important trait for all photographers though, you need to be able to roll with the punches, so we worked the scene over the next two hours and made several different images.  In a hint of irony rain drops started falling again as the sun rose in the sky, but we had our images and felt great about the morning.


After breakfast and a well deserved rest we all met to present our own Story of Paris.  The students shared some wonderful work, as they always do, and it was bittersweet to see our time together come to a close.  These workshops may start as a group of students and educators, but they always end as group of close friends who have shared their passion together for a week.  Because of that, saying goodbye is never easy.

In 16 hours I will leave for the airport though, heading home to see my girls who I miss dearly.  There is just enough time for one more walk through Luxembourg Gardens, one last Parisian dinner, time to pack my bag and maybe a get a little bit of sleep.

Soon I will be home.


Sunday | Explorations

I slept late, waking up to the morning light streaming through an open window, sounds coming from the city streets below.  It was hot when I walked out of the apartment building, already 26 degrees.  It didn’t matter.  I was in Paris, with the entire day ahead of me to explore my favourite city.  I walked without destination or purpose.  18,470 steps later, I finished the day on a patio where I enjoyed a lovely dinner before retiring for the night.

It was a perfect day.

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Saturday | Fatigue | Movement

We are stopped at the exit by a soldier, weapon slung across his chest, who informs us that there is an unattended package being examined to ensure that it isn’t an explosive device.  He looks young, but his eyes reveal an experience beyond his years.  Everyone around us remains calm, seeming to accept what has become the new norm for international travel in many parts of the world.  We circle around to another exit, find the taxi stand, and soon we are en route to Paris.

Spencer and I have both been here many times, however the thrill of a Parisian cab ride never gets old.  The conversation is boisterous, speed limits and lane markers are ignored as often as they are followed, and in no time at all we are at our Air B’n’B for the week.

I make the mistake of sitting down for a few minutes and the fatigue hits immediately.  I have been up for 19 hours at this point, drained by the 10 hour flight and the rigours of travel.  We hit the streets of Paris, ostensibly to find food and explore, but for me it really is just about staying awake right now.  You have to power through that first day, forcing yourself to absorb the 9 hour time difference and adjust your clock right away.  

I walk the streets of Paris, streets I have walked many times in the past, without focus or intent.  My camera somehow still makes it up to my eye though, my subconscious seeing photos even when I am not. 

We walk for hours, shooting well into dusk, and then finally we make our way back home.  Tomorrow, after a good night’s sleep, the week begins for real.  

I can’t wait.

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