santa fe sneak peek

fionda — Sun, 21 Feb 2010 17:02:49 +0000

A few photos from a trip to Santa Fe, New Mexico. I’ll post more on my istockphoto and regular portfolio pages (links above).
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fionda — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 17:14:58 +0000

Our Mongolian friend, Byamba, who is currently studying in Vienna, recently wrote us to say she visits our image gallery often, especially when she misses her friends and family in Ulaanbaatar. “They really make me feel better. Never knew I was such a homesick person!”

For many of us, the bulk of our photographs are condemned to sit on a hard drive, slowly succumbing to bit rot. So it’s satisfying to know at least a few of our images are warming a homesick heart.[svgallery name="mongolia07"]

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fionda — Wed, 18 Jul 2007 06:22:59 +0000

I embarked on a photo hunt this afternoon, as I usually like to do in new places. Too embarrassed to take shots of people, I stick with abstracts: sunlight on buildings, shadows, broken pavement, water, etc. I had just shot a string of photos of an ornate fence surrounding a bright yellow building when an armed guard approaches and asks me to follow him back to the security booth. He is smiling a little too much, trying to be overly polite and comforting, which makes me ill at ease. The metal of his gun has worn to a dull patina. He makes a phone call, his voice deep and his sentences curt. Pretending to fumble with my camera, I start to delete any photos that can be interpreted as “spyish”. I then try to show the guard the remaining images, but he brushes the camera aside and makes a sign that either means “wait” or “shove something in my face again and I’ll make knots in your fingers.” About a minute later a disheveled aparachik comes out of the building.”Why are you taking photos of this building?” he asks.

“I wasn’t, I just took some pictures of the fence,” I say.

I hold the camera toward him and point to the display. He shuffles through the photos. For each one, he asks me where I shot it. It doesn’t help that I have been shooting with a huge telephoto lens that just screams “recon”.”This is a special building in Mongolia.”"Oh. I didn’t know. I was just taking photos for my, art.”"Hmm. You will delete the first three,” he tells me, still looking down at the display. I do.

Phew. I think I’m in the clear. I start to pack up my camera.”May I see your passport?”

Shit. Not only did I not have my passport, but I had no other form of i.d. on me. Visions of an empty chair in the middle of a dank room with one light bulb. I tell him that everything is in my hotel room. I manage to dig out a business card, explaining that we are here on a science mission, to help the people of Mongolia. He asks to keep my card. Hey man, take it. Give me a ring next time you’re in the city.”Ok?” I say.”Ok,” he says. “Welcome to Mongolia.”I walked briskly back to the hotel, unable to stop myself from checking behind me at every corner to see if I was being followed. Once back, I checked the map in my LP guide book. I had been taking pictures of the General Intelligence Service building. [see the Mongolia Maps page]

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