Dust on my Sensor

The dust rose, swirled around us and then came to rest. It was on my clothes, cameras, hair, in my nostrils and my eyes, tinging everything it alighted upon with a rusty red hue. “Oh no!” I groaned, alarmed at the prospect of dust on my sensors,... Read More | Share it now!

Travelling Light

As a young man I once had the opportunity to assist a National Geographic photographer. He travelled with cases and cases of photographic gear; whatever the photograph that presented itself, be it a moonscape or an ant’s head, he was ready!... Read More | Share it now!