The Weather Outside was Frightful, but the Rumble of Vintage Racers as they Roared Around Daytona at the Classic 24 was oh, so Delightful!
When one thinks of Florida, images of welcoming beaches and gently swaying palm trees, all under a warm tropical sun come to mind. Yeah, well, that wasn’t quite the picture at this year’s HSR Classic 24 at Daytona. Imagine, instead, if you will, one of those damp and dreary autumn New England days – the sort of weather that chills you right to the bone and causes you to wonder if the sun still exists – and that’s what we had pretty much all week down in Daytona. But despite the downright combative weather, this year’s Classic 24 was the best one yet, with a giant uptick in entrants, a busier than usual infield complete with campers and the addition of the eclectic and nostalgic VW bus Bulli Brigade. Add to that hours and hours of great vintage racing and more than your fair share of flame-spitting vintage racers, and its no wonder we all turned out despite the weather.
Photographing the Stricken Golden Ray along the Beautiful Georgia Coast
When my good friend, Ed, called me up out of the blue on Tuesday morning, I knew I was in for an adventure. On our last photo excursion, we enjoyed being eaten alive by gnats, nearly being swallowed by a waterspout, and being deluged by a pop-up thunderstorm. Yet, when Ed asked if I’d like to photograph the Golden Ray, which had capsized in the mouth of Saint Simons Sound a few days earlier, I couldn’t refuse. Thankfully, this adventure was far less eventful, though every bit as interesting as our last excursion.
An Autumn Stroll Among Long-Forgotten Nova Scotia Photos
Sometimes, a trip down the rabbit hole can be a rewarding experience. What began as a search through our archives for lighthouse panoramas to round out our collection became a discovery of unedited images, including over 100 yet-to-be stitched panoramas, from a very special trip to Nova Scotia back in 2011. With Hurricane Dorian bearing down on the province today with 100mph winds, our hearts go out and our prayers go up to the good people of Nova Scotia.
3 Days of Wonder and Nostalgia in New England’s Only National Park
New England, and certainly Acadia National Park, has always held a special place in my heart. I grew up in coastal New Hampshire and some of my fondest childhood memories center around family trips to the park. It was here, my brother and I took our first flight, soaring silently above the rounded mountains of Mt. Desert Island in a glider, and to this day, a clock hangs in my parents house with a photo of my brother, myself and our cousins atop Cadillac Mountain from a trip in the early 90’s. It was here too, that I took Bryn for her first trip to New England, before we were even dating, now 20 years ago, and here we returned two years later as part of our honeymoon. And so, after a far-too-long time away, we returned again this summer to Acadia to introduce our own children to a park that holds so many of our treasured memories.
Exploring the Canadian and American Sides of Niagara Falls from Land, Air and Water.
One of the big name destinations on our Down East Road Trip was our two-day, one-night trip to Niagara Falls. We had never been to Niagara – so everything proved a surprise to us – and while much of our stay was truly epic, truth be told, not all of the surprises were pleasant. The experienced proved a timely example of the good and bad things that come when a natural treasure such as Niagara Falls is not protected from commercialization.