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My First Bike and Wine Tour in Mendoza, Argentina

December 18th, 2009

Yesterday marked a momentous occasion. I went on my very first bike and wine tour.

Tasting gorgeous wines. Photo by Mr. Gnome :)

Tasting gorgeous wines. Photo by Mr. Gnome

I also officially graduated with my Masters degree of music in collaborative piano yesterday. Can I get a what what? Instead of donning a nylon robe with my fellow classmates in the ceremony back home, I was sweating out my arm pits and drinking copious amounts of malbec on a 30K bikesandwine tour in Mendoza, Argentina. And I wouldn’t have traded my saddle sore bum for anything.

Despite some advice to go with Mr. Hugo’s bike tour, we ended up going with the popular Bikes and Wine tour out of laziness. Bikesandwine offered transfer to and from the next town, instead of taking the bus or a 100 pesos taxi ride. During the jeep transfer, Mr. Gnome and I ended up making friends with the people we were squished up against and hung with them the rest of the day and night.

By 10:30am a Scottish girl, British girl, Dutch guy, and us two Americanos were off. We came up with a logical (or so we thought) plan to ride to the furthest winery (a good 12k away) first. I idiotically forgot to wear sunscreen. Although I applied at the first winery the damage had been done. My burn is epic, but that’s what I get for not heeding my own advice.

Our plan to work backwards was great in theory, but we encountered problems when one of the wineries didn’t open till the afternoon and lunch was booked for us at the midway point. So, we ended up having to backtrack after lunch. At least we biked off the many glasses of wine and big lunch. My advice? Don’t add lunch to your tour package and work your way forwards through the wineries. There will be plenty of places to stop and eat lunch and you’ll have more flexibility with time and energy if you work forwards.

Did I mention I hadn’t ridden a bike since 2003? Surprisingly, my biking skills improved exponentially the more I drank…

We sampled lots of great malbecs, cabernets, and malbec rosés. The rosés were perfect in the 90+ degree Fahrenheit heat. The trip got considerably more fun and challenging as it went on. You get to know people’s lives stories pretty well after drinking and sweating with them for 14 hours. But the biking got harder as the heat of the sun and weight of the wine made me want to take a siesta in a cool wine cellar.

I was thankful to have a Dutchman biking with us too; at one point the chain came off my bike. The Nederlandser dismounted and reattached the chain for me in one swift motion. I would probably still be sitting in some deserted vineyard plucking grapes for survival without him.

Overall, I had one of my favorite days in Argentina and learned a lot about wine and the wine-making process. Some wineries used French oak casks, some used both French and American, some used a double process to smooth the wine. By the end of the day I felt like Paul Giamatti in the movie Sideways. A great way to celebrate finishing my seeming endless quest for this masters degree.

Some of my performances to celebrate graduating. :)

Schumann A minor concerto (photo: Jamie Moncrief)

Schumann A minor concerto (photo: Jamie Moncrief)

Solo performance (Photo by: Mary Pond Estes)

Solo performance (Photo by: Mary Pond Estes)

Collaborative performance (photo: Jamie Moncrief)

Collaborative performance (photo: Lisa Grkman)

Debussy Pour Le Piano (photo: Jamie Moncrief)

Debussy Pour Le Piano (photo: Jamie Moncrief)

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The Best and Worst: A Week in Argentina.

December 15th, 2009
tango n°002-filched from grispo

tango n°002-filched from grispo

We have been in Argentina now for 8 days, arriving in Mendoza, wine nirvana, yesterday. Buenos Aires feels a country away. Two hours on plane and the sexually-charged, dramatic city of Buenos Aires slides away. Mendoza is green and blue; grapes, olives, strawberries grow alongside roads, sunny skies a deep shade of blue that would signal thunderstorms back home. In the distance, the acute peaks of the Andes have dollops of snow.

The people here smile more. I do too. At a corner produce stand, tanned mothers and dirt-smudged manual workers on their lunch breaks eye the fruits and veggies, haggling with the owner. The grocer at the neighborhood deli/grocery shouts, “Hello Ba-by!” as I walk in the door with Mr. Gnome.  We order empanadas by the pound and eat them at our small B &B’s pool. Our room’s balcony overlooks La Escuela Domingo F. Sarmiento. Children singing awakes Mr. Gnome this morning (I’m already up), prompting him to wonder if it’s a school for Argentinian Idol.

To wrap up our first week here’s a list of some of best and worst moments:

Best BsAs connection: Meeting Exile Records shop owner in Palermo Soho. I found two first-edition Nina Simone LPs, Mr. Gnome found a Spanish print Talking Heads LP, and we connected with the owner over our mutual love of North Carolina/Virginia bluegrass. We discussed the merits of old school bluegrass and new school bluegrass. Extended an invite to him to look us up the next time he’s in the States and go to some great pickin’ nights in places like Floyd, Virginia.

Best cosmopolitan moment: Watching the International Tango Festival with our new friends: a Czech woman living in Brussels as a Spanish-Czech translator for the E.U. and a Swiss consultant taking two months off to learn tango in Buenos Aires. The national tango orchestra played complex tango music and husky-voiced singers sounded like they smoked 3 packs of cigs a day. Argentinians got weepy singing along to some of the nostalgic songs. It made me want to find some tango piano sheet music.

Best red face: (me) Being asked to disrobe by our masseuse in Menodoza, I kept asking, “Si?”, “Si?”, “Si?” until I finally got over myself and realized this older lady didn’t give a damn about seeing my naked body.

Worst Restaurant: La Carmela in Mendoza. The pasta tasted like it had been cooked in fishy water, the bread was stale, and the veggies were burnt. To top the bad food off, the waiter tried to mark up the food higher than the menus stated. After going back and forth with the waiter, the bill finally reflected it’s correct amount. Despite this bad experience, the rest of the food in Argentina has been terrific. Better than terrific. It’s a good thing we’ve been walking a couple of hours a day, in fact.

Best tourist attraction: Tango lessons in BsAs. We tried a tango school atop the Galerías Pacífico.  Mr. Gnome and I, a good foot taller than the rest of the class and way more goofy, tried our size 11 feet at the twisty, slidy steps. Our attempts at sultry looks to each other ended up looking constipated and our teacher had to keep reminding us to keep our steps little. (I realize I should have named this blog nancy the giant…but I like the irony of a 5’11″ viking-built woman being a gnome.) Despite natural dance flow, it’s one of the most fun experiences I’ve had all year.

Worst lodging: A hostel in San Telmo. To be fair, Ostinatto hostel was very nice as hostels go, but Mr. Gnome and I have realized we’re just not hostel people any more. It hurts me to admit that, but it’s true. I can’t pull the age card since I’m only 24, but  being married and less party-oriented has taken the fun out of hostels. Now I just feel gross sharing a bathroom with 40 people and annoyed J and I can’t sleep in the same bed together.  It’s got me thinking about authenticity on the road. I’ve changed a lot personally over the years, why pretend to like something just because it seems the most “cool traveler” thing to do? I think authenticity may become my 2010 word of the year.

All in all a fantastic time. Can’t wait to crack open a bottle of oak reserve malbec we bought yesterday and chill out. In postcard sendoff form, wish you were here. :)

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Interview with Grant Lingel, Author of Imagine: A Vagabond Story

December 12th, 2009
Taking a dive-Jillian 2012

Taking a dive-Jillian 2012

Today, I’m stoked to share an interview I did with Grant Lingel, author of Imagine: A Vagabond Story. His story is 2 parts inward and outward journey, 1 part rock and roll. I highly recommend gifting his book to yourself and friends. (Hello Christmas!) Warning: It’ll make you want to quit your day job and buy a one-way ticket to Mexico too. Check out the interview below:

1. How did you decide to write a book?

Like many travelers returning home after a long time away, I was lost. All I could think about was my time on the road and I needed a way to vent. I was able to relive my trip through my writing and it was incredibly nostalgic to be in Mexico, Belize and Guatemala while sitting comfortably in my apartment in Harlem.

2. What was the process like?

The writing process was intense to say the least. It was an emotional rollercoaster that I would love to ride again. I was able to reconnect with a lot of people from my trip and I thoroughly enjoyed digging deep in my memory to put together an accurate picture of my time abroad.

3. What was your favorite place you traveled to?

I am so bad at answering this question! I would say Playa del Carmen, Mexico. It’s a beautiful beach town and if you’ve read Imagine: A Vagabond Story, you’ll understand why. A majority of the people from my trip I keep in contact with today I met in Playa del Carmen. I lived there the longest out of any place on my travels so I was able to explore the town far and wide. It truly is a wonderful place.

4. Can you hint at one of the crazier stories in the book?

Without giving too much away, being caught by the Mexican police with drugs in hand at 3:30AM outside of a crack house was not one of my finer moments. At least it wasn’t crack though.

5. Do you have a favorite quote picked up on your travels?

La pura vida – It pretty much sums up my entire trip. I even have it as a tattoo.

6. What is your travel philosophy in one sentence?

Open your eyes, open your mind, and enjoy the ride.

7. What inspires you?

Music. Nature. Love. Human connections – be it a stadium full of fans cheering on their team or a group of random backpackers joining forces at a hostel, seeing people coming together and uniting inspires me the most.

8. What’s the number one piece of advice you’d give to people wanting to follow in your footsteps?

Open your eyes, open your mind, and enjoy the ride!

Find Grant’s website here. Many thanks to Grant for a rockin’ interview.

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What´s New Buenos Aires?

December 9th, 2009

 

Boca! (photo: ivanx)

Boca! (photo: ivanx)

 

#1 Piece of Advice before going to BsAs:

Do not watch Evita anytime near your trip. Otherwise you will sing this song  over and over and over in your head.

Buenos Aires is fantastic. We´re staying in a sweet little B&B in Palermo Soho. I still haven´t wrapped my head around it being summer here. When we went to pick up lunch at a grocery store, I idiotically marveled at the strawberries. As in, ¨Wow-that´s so neat they have strawberries in the wintertime…¨

We also caught a Huracan vs. Boca game; my ghostly shoulders are now nice and tomatoe-y. #2 Piece of Advice? Wear sunscreen and bring your game face. The Boca team spirit is infectious-fans chanted/sang/cheered, altogether in rhythm, the whole game. They even had a drum section, who kept the beats fresh.  Huracan fans´ counterpoint just made the Boca fans sing even louder. Even though the game was 0-0, the Boca fans, the visiting team, had to be escorted out first by police to prevent riots. I´m guessing that was also the idea behind the lack of sold alcohol at the games.

At dinner, I found a new favorite wine, Padrillos malbec, from Mendoza. Smooth and rich. Did I mention I´m in heaven?

In other news, check out my interview over at The Travel Nerd .

And my next post will feature an interview with Grant Lingel, author of Imagine: A Vagabond Story. 

Hasta luego!

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Musings before Argentina

December 7th, 2009
Photo: Buenos Aires Dawn by blmurch

Photo: Buenos Aires Dawn by blmurch

We depart today for our five week trip to Argentina.

Anticipation, fatigue, excitement, running around maniacally. No matter how much I travel, I always feel less prepared than I’d like as I leave for the airport. One piece of mail I forgot to open, one person I forgot to say good-bye to.

Despite the usual hassles, there’s a sweet darkness in the air, like night before sunrise. I can’t quite picture the senses of tomorrow, the light of BA’s Ezeiza International Airport arrival gate. Sunrises go about their affairs, like cities, but the variable changes in first person. A witnessed sunrise, a new city, is vivid, intimate, making everyday materials and life more…more beautiful, more alive.

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My husband and I read aloud Pablo Neruda last night to channel South America. I don’t know if there’s anything more sexy than Neruda’s love poems. An excerpt from one of my favorite poems, La Noche En La Isla (Night On The Island):

Toda la noche he dormido contigo (All night I have slept with you)

Junto al mar, en la isla. (Next to the sea, on the island.)

Salvaje y dulce eras entre el placer y el sueño, (Wild and sweet you were between pleasure and sleep,)

Entre el fuego y el agua (Between fire and water)

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On another note, I read this beautiful quote yesterday on Ekua’s Peregrina Feminina‘s site:

“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”

- Howard Thurman

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Looking forward to my next post from Argentina…

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My Three Best Kept Travel Secrets

December 5th, 2009

Steph at 20 Something Travel and Lauren at Lonely Girl Travels tagged me to take part in Trip Base’s Three Best Travel Secrets Project. TripBase is creating a master list of favorite tips, restaurants, locations and activities from travel bloggers all over the net.

I dig the project for creating a massive network of travel bloggers, plus the chain letter form is retro fun. Much more fun actually than the last chain letter I received in 5th grade. I get to connect with other travel bloggers and share my three of my best kept travel secrets below.

Here they are:

Everythings bigger in...Estonia. Grab a beer and pretzel at The Beer House in Tallinn, Estonia. (Btw-appreciate Mr. Gnomes first official appearance.)

Travel Secret #1: Everything's bigger in...Estonia. Grab a beer and pretzel at The Beer House in Tallinn, Estonia. (Photo sanctioned by Mr. Gnome....And yes, that is Mr. Gnome, who is not a gnome at 6'3".)

#2 Travel Tip: EastWest Club in Dubrovnik, Croatia. Yes folks, those are beds on the beach.

Travel Secret #2: EastWest Club in Dubrovnik, Croatia. Yes folks, those are beds on the beach.

Travel Tip #3: Be super girly and have Afternoon Tea at Cafe Helmi in Porvoo, Finland. Try the Runeberg tart (named after the Finnish poet).

Travel Secret #3: Be super girly and have Afternoon Tea at Cafe Helmi in Porvoo, Finland. Try the Runeberg tart (named after the Finnish poet).

Sweet, eh?

Here are the folks who I’ve tagged to participate in the Tripbase project:

Neha at Flying Suitcase

Amiee at Dirtbag Writer

Emily at Maiden Voyage

Carina at Miss.Adventure

Aelle at des mots pour se taire

On a side note, the location of last week’s photo quiz was…………………..Banff, Canada. Great guesses by everyone and props to JoAnna for identifying the lake as glacial. :)

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It Happened to Me: A Long Distance Relationship

December 3rd, 2009

Today’s guest blog is written by Aelle.  She’s a seasoned world traveler, vegan, bilingual blogger, and all-around creative person.  Makes sure to check out her sweet blog. Her post today offers her perspective and advice about the ups and downs of long-distance love.

Victoria Peckham

Victoria Peckham

Travel: Excitement. Meeting new people. Plenty of new experiences.

At some point in your adventures, there’s a good chance you will feel butterflies in your stomach for someone too.

Often, relationships on the road won’t last – a few nights in the same sleeping bag, no desire to find out if those crazy backpacking stories you whispered to each other are true. A goodbye kiss on the side of the road or on a station platform and you leave on good terms, satisfied with the moments together, happy there are no strings attached.

But what happens if you don’t want to let go? If after weeks of bursting your budget on long distance phone calls and crying yourself to sleep, you understand that what started as an easy fling with a deadline might turn into the love story of your life?

It happened to me.

We quickly realized that, with all its flaws, engaging in a long distance relationship was the least awful of all the options.

There is a good side to long distance relationships, I promise.

If you are still young, you get a unique chance of benefitting from a supportive partner while building yourself as an individual, on your own. You may be pursuing your studies, your budding career or your childhood dream, and this goal that is keeping you apart is yours, not a compromise with your partner.

You get to build your own social life, deal with your flaws without a well-meaning partner who would take care of what is outside your comfort zone.

You get to live your own adventures. Developing yourself as a strong individual will only make your relationship stronger in the long run.

There is no getting caught in a routine. Unless you are doing it wrong, the chances of your staying with a long distance partner out of habit or comfort are slim.

You may talk about things that you might never have shared face to face. Different media lead to different conversations, and I found that email and blog post exchanges lead to deep, life defining conversations. Our life values, past traumas and dreams got shared in lengthy, constructed essays. What oral conversation gives you this opportunity?

Tricks from a veteran

Everyone suddenly has advice to give, don’t they?

“Call each other daily!”

“You can’t visit each other less than 4 times a year!”

‘He should pay for 50% of your plane ticket!”

“It will never work!”

“She could be inventing everything she’s writing!”

Don’t pay too much attention to the “shoulds” and– there are no absolute rules. There are, however, a few tricks that help.

Rat Ranch

Rat Ranch

Communication is key. Pop psychology already taught you that this is true of all relationship, but its importance increases by several orders of magnitude when you go long distance. Emails, phone calls are all you have, and there can be a fine line between being in a true relationship and having one with yourself, in your head…

In particular, you will need to raise quite quickly the question of monogamy.

The first obvious drawback of being long distance is the lust without the sex, so what will you do about it?

Will you allow each other flings? Will you go poly? Will you find a way to have a sex life despite the distance (phone sex, sexting, writing each other erotica, using webcams and cameras, leaving notes in their luggage, or sending special care packages) or will you save it all for your visits?

Set deadlines: Milestones to look forward to will be a relief. If possible, agree early on when and how the long distance situation will end. Not being able to see an end to the separation only makes it more painful. When you do see each other, plan the next visit – not doing so has caused quite a few romantic weekends to end in tears.

Enjoy yourself when you’re alone. Embrace the free time and lack of obligations, have a blast and come back with plenty to share at the next visit.

Have a good transition

Hopefully your long distance relationship will end by turning into an in-person relationship. Whether you decide to immigrate, to have your lover come over, to move together to a third place or to go back together on the road, prepare for the transition. It can be difficult to realize that your daily life is not quite as special as your rare and precious weekends together – but if you’ve lasted so long despite the obstacles, your commuter lover is probably completely worth it.

Aelle also recommends this podcast about sex in a long distance relationship.

How about you? Ever survived a long distance relationship? Any tips?  Or maybe you’ve had a long distance relationship crash and burn?

Interested in guest blogging? E-mail me at nancy@nancythegnomette.com

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Falling in Love Abroad

November 22nd, 2009

Today’s post is written by Stephanie at Twenty-Something Travel. Check out Stephanie’s blog about travel for young people-the why, where, and how. Her guest post for nancythegnomette offers her perspective on the ups and downs of falling in love abroad, an experience that shapes your travel experiences and life.

Big BenIf you are single and a frequent traveler, than falling in love on the road is something you’ve probably contemplated. Meeting someone abroad is exciting, exotic and intoxicatingly romantic. In short: pretty hard to resist. Those who work, study, or volunteer abroad for long periods of time are even more vulnerable to falling for either locals or fellow travelers. Finding love overseas can be a dizzying roller coast ride; it’s fun and thrilling with brutal highs and lows.

I’ve always had a thing for British accents, so when I moved to London after graduation on a BUNAC work visa, I was looking forward to playing the field with a bevy of charming English gentleman. Then, my first night out on the town, I met Andy and promptly began dating him exclusively. It wasn’t the plan, but he was charming, handsome and had gorgeous blue eyes, so I was ecstatic anyways. On our first date we walked the Thames at night and kissed as Big Ben struck twelve. With such a romantic foreign backdrop, how could I not fall for him?

It is frighteningly easy to fall in love abroad. When courtship takes place in an exotic location, everything seems more meaningful. Add the pressure of an inevitable departure and the intensity of your relationship just skyrockets. I have seen it happen over and over again to my friends; who wouldn’t want to be the tragic hero of their own personal romance novel?

Sometimes I would worry that things were too good to be true. How blinded was I by the accent, the romance and by London, which I had loved from first sight. When you live outside of the real world, it’s easy to become blinded to flaws or issues that might otherwise bother you. If we’d met back home, as two dull Washingtonians, would we still have been drawn to each other? Does it matter? These are things you can never really know.

Finally, there’s the brutal come down of returning home. The inevitable date that we both dreaded and tried our damndest to ignore. Career issues wouldn’t allow me to remain there, or him to move here. After 9 brilliant months of dating and traveling together, saying goodbye to Andy was one of the most heart-wrenching moments of my life. When you’ve been cruising so easily, the ending is like hitting a brick wall at 90 mph. It has been over a year now and just the sound of his voice is still enough to bring tears to my eyes.

There’s always long distance, that consolation prize of yearning and delayed desire. Never a great option in the best of circumstances, it is almost impossible with different cultures, time zones or even language barriers to contend with.

Chartwell FlowersThen again, sometimes it does work out. My friend Kim met a cute boy studying abroad in Vienna; four years later they live together with two cats in Atlanta. “You see each other’s true colors when you are traveling together for long periods of time. We finagled our way into a 4th of July celebration with some expats, choked out German phone reservations for a stay in a Salzburg nunnery and slept in an itchy burlap sack in a tent hostel. There were no expectations or pressure from friends since we were just exploring.  Plus there wasn’t a stamp of doom at the end of the summer because we both went to the same school and we wanted to see if we could make it work back in reality. I knew Brian and I could last because we were rock’n travel companions,” she says.

Andy and I still talk often. We’ve been back and forth to visit each other a few times, but nothing’s really been decided. In the end, I have no regrets. Falling in love, no matter where you are or who with, is an intense, stressful, emotional experience. Falling in love abroad merely intensifies all of those emotions with pretty scenery and a sell by date. Sometimes it ends joyously, more often sadly, but it’s always an unforgettable and important life experience. And those are what travel is all about.

text/photos: Stephanie Yoder

Interested in exchanging guest posts? E-mail me at nancy@nancythegnomette.com

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Happiness is a Warm Pen

November 16th, 2009

Happiness is a warm pen… (laptop keyboard?)

Thrilling shifts are happening in my world. I feel humbled, grateful, and stoked. The power of intention is astounding. :)

  • I am officially an intern for the largest independent online travel magazine, MatadorNetwork ! I can’t stop smiling. I am excited to work with and learn from the talented, dynamic Matadorians. Like Candice (a new associate editor at Matador) wrote about on her blog, I have that feeling of inclusion that I’ve never experienced before. Like I’ve found my tribe. I’ve been squealing and doing little happy dances in front of my husband and dog since I got the e-mail from Julie Schwiertert .
  • The hilarious, conscious folks at the Mindful Tourist published my article A Vegan Tourist’s Guide to Portland. (How cool is their site? “Socially conscious travel with a bit of snark.”) Check out the article to find out my favorite pdx vegan restaurants.

Who says Mondays can’t be awesome?

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9 Questions with Face of America photographer Mark McCambridge

November 11th, 2009

Face of America is described by photographer Mark McCambridgeas as a “visual odyssey of the Western Hemisphere as told by the faces of its inhabitants.”

Buenos Aires-Abel A. Caro, Salesman (Mark McCambridge)

Buenos Aires-Abel A. Caro, Salesman (Mark McCambridge)

The project documents faces from Alaska to Argentina, seeking to capture the face of America in the 21st century. In 2010, Mark will spend part of the year in Spain and expand the scope of the project.

I had the opportunity to interview Mark regarding his Face of America project:

1. Tell me about yourself. Who are you and what do you do?

Hi Nancy! My name is Mark McCambridge. I’m originally from Corvallis, OR, and living in Wilmington, NC at the moment. I’m pursuing an international MBA/MA Business from the University of North Carolina, Wilmington, and the Unversitat de Valencia in Valencia, Spain.

2. What inspired this project?

My influences, cliché though it may sound, are people. I am fascinated by the human face, which lead me to start the Face of America project, though it’s currently in a bit of a holding pattern as I’ve transitioned away from inter-Americas travel and changed course in my personal and professional life by staying in one place for a while with the MBA program.

3. What photographers influence you?

I was initially drawn into pursuing photography by the work of Ansel Adams and Steve McCurry. While Adams’ work needs little introduction, McCurry is the man behind the famous “Afghan Girl” portrait that appeared decades ago in National Geographic. He is an immensely talented portrait and environmental photographer, and his work informed much of what I attempt behind the lens. His lighting, backgrounds, and capture of expressions are all equally impressive.

Lima, Peru-Alfonso Trujillo Rodriguez, sub-brigadier, Peruvian national police (Mark McCambridge)

Lima, Peru-Alfonso Trujillo Rodriguez, sub-brigadier, Peruvian national police (Mark McCambridge)

4. When did you start the project and how long did it take you to work your way from Alaska to Argentina?

I began the Face of America project in June of 2008 while working as a deckhand on the F/V Owyhee, a 58ft salmon-seiner based out of Juneau, AK. The hardiness, both physical and spiritual, of Alaskans is something that provided endless inspiration, and a healthy distraction from the labor on deck (when we had a break.)

5. What is the significance of the face? And what do you look for in a great face to capture?

Faces have always fascinated me. Perhaps it’s the way they are a momentary glimpse “into the soul”. Maybe it’s that I never remember names but I almost always remember faces. Some combination of my psychological makeup triggered that desire. When I shoot portraits, many times the face represents the story that I experience with the person. While I try to keep the face as the focal point in the image, occasionally elements of environment enter the frame. I can’t say I have a definitive answer to use of environment in creating the portrait, but that always seems to work itself out. I usually am captivated by people’s eyes. Everything else follows the eyes.

6. Where did you stop along the way?

My trip was initially planned to be a van-based voyage from Alaska to Argentina. My travel partner unfortunately couldn’t swing the trip, so I ended up traveling solo, mostly by air, to Peru, Brasil (where I lived for 5 months), Argentina, and Mexico City. The initial meta-theme of the project, a day-to-day transition from community to community from the northern-most part of America to the most-southern, gave way to the reality of time and money, unfortunately. However, I do plan on completing the voyage at some point in the (hopefully near) future.

Brooklyn, NY-Julia Colavita artist/yogi (Mark McCambridge)

Brooklyn, NY-Julia Colavita artist/yogi (Mark McCambridge)

7. Your travel photography, viewable on your blog, is also stunning. What inspires your travel photography and how do decide how to set up the shot? What gear do you use?

On a similar note to portraiture, travel photography is a little inexplicable. Depending on my state of mind, I’m alternately interested in fine detail as much as large-scale landscape. Color, light, and the interplay between the two frequently bring it all together. I guess it’s a good time to talk about gear: I shoot with a Canon 5d (1st generation full-frame digital) and a 50mm f1.2 lens. I’m of the school of thought that lenses are really where to put your money, and I love the 50mm 1.2. I’m planning on picking up a 24mm f1.4 before I begin my next trip to Spain and hopefully a good portion of North Africa in 2010. At that point, I think the Face of America project will transition to a separate (but similar) Face-based platform. I’ll definitely let you know what I come up with, and would love any thoughts or suggestions-

8. What advice would you give people in shooting powerful portraits?

If you are just starting out shooting portraits, here’s a few thoughts to include in your process. Avoid shooting in direct sunlight. It’s unflattering to the face. Use clean backgrounds, and look for color or linear contrast to your subject in an attempt to find a complimentary combination. I always love to shoot someone who is standing in shadow but has bright light reflected on their face. It creates a lovely warm glow and makes the image “pop” against a dark background. Find people you love, and shoot their portrait. Love helps (cliché, again. But true). Some of my favorite portraits are of my family members.

Juneau, Alaska-Henry Webb, fisherman + Stellar, dog (Mark McCambridge)

Juneau, Alaska-Henry Webb, fisherman + Stellar, dog (Mark McCambridge)

9. What is your favorite “face” from the project?

I can’t say I have a “favorite” face from the project. I think I’ll only have the answer to that question 30 years from now…

To see more of Mark’s work visit Face of America and his website ATLAS FOTO.

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