I recently had a long layover in Seoul and took the train into the city to wander for the day. With twelve hours, I did what I love most: explored a new city on my own, wandered down alleyways, hunted for street art, and got lost.
I returned to Hanoi and Halong Bay, both in the north of Vietnam. As you linger in Hanoi, you become one with it — the pulse of the street, the ebb and flow of traffic.
August was a busy month — weddings, time with family and friends, and exploring cities we’ve never been.
A writer who publishes on various platforms on the web is like an animal peeing in different places. I’m simply marking my territory — expanding the Cheri Lucas Rowlands brand far and wide.
Such different life paths
From each other, and from mine
Yet New York City is like glue
Where these intersections materialize
yet these are the photos
that really tell my stories
Then I opened Instagram, ran a filter over it, and posted it — to send it off into the world to be liked and viewed for its moment of glory, and to shortly after join the stream of other Instagrams disappearing into our Internet wasteland.
Somehow, I’ve entered a special dimension — that space only accessible in these sorts of moments — where time truly reveals itself. Where time is more than the past, present, and future; and more than here and there and the line that connects them.
I present to you my past month’s adventures in England and Scotland, via iPhone 4. With the exception of a handful of shots, most of these are Instagrammed.
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
Yes, I write about not knowing where or what home is.
That something is missing, that here isn’t quite right.
Then I walk around. I explore where I live.
And I’m reminded that things, truly, are fine.
I show a similar disinterest in my photography. Process and context are increasingly less significant. I’m preoccupied instead with creating the perfect shot for any given moment—worthy of an avatar, of a Facebook cover photo—and discarding the rest. A single unit is easier and faster to create—and consume.
Sure, I was collecting things in an online space. But it still felt like clutter, fit for shoe boxes under my bed. And with Pinterest, my aspirations no longer floated in my head. They were right there: discoverable, pinnable, and recyclable by others. Aren’t my dreams supposed to be elusive? Unable to be bookmarked?
While home is hard to define, work is not. I have concrete images of work in my mind, which I’m able to share here, thanks to my iPhone.
I’ve fiddled with Instagram on my new iPhone 4 for a month and have been quite impressed with the images. But while I joke about cheating on my camera with it, the iPhone could never replace it, as it doesn’t perform as well with certain shots. I tend to avoid […]
I’ve been in Istanbul for a week and have neglected my Canon G11, which has taken 95 percent of the photos you see on this blog. (A handful have been shot with my Nikon, which I rarely use.) I’ve mainly used my new iPhone to take photographs here. I was […]
Branches and bricks in Old Town. The window of Kenny and Zuke’s, a deli and dining spot on SW Stark. Bagdad Pub on Hawthorne Boulevard in Southeast Portland. Signs at Pioneer Courthouse Square. A guest room at the Ace Hotel downtown, near the Pearl District. The lobby of the Ace […]
Thursday afternoon 2.24 Security gate at the Berlin Tegel Airport (TXL) terminal. Thursday evening 02.24 A dim alley in Chinatown in London. Along the Thames River, en route to Gordon’s Wine Bar, the oldest wine bar in London, near Embankment tube stop. The London Eye. Friday afternoon 02.25 [A bit hungover […]
The outdoor East Side Gallery, free and always open, is a 1.3-kilometer section of the Berlin Wall. While you can start your stroll at either end, the gallery begins on Mühlenstraße in Friedrichshain, a short stroll from the Oberbaumbrücke bridge. Reach it via Warschauer Straße station, then cross the River Spree. The East Side Gallery’s […]
I was overwhelmed by all the things to do and see in Berlin, and was particularly moved by the Holocaust Memorial and the Jewish (Jüdisches) Museum, two of the city’s major sites of Jewish history and culture. A dose in photographs: Holocaust Memorial Designed by architect Peter Eisenman, the Holocaust […]
The Byodo-In Temple in the Valley of the Temples in Kaneohe was built to commemorate the first Japanese immigrants to the islands. Built without nails, the Buddhist structure is located in a lush memorial park, and I was lucky to visit on a misty afternoon—thin layers of fog covered the […]
Oh, the beautiful people of this world… A goal for 2011 is to focus on photographing people, from my family and dearest friends to those I meet on the road. Planned, spontaneous, whatever. My favorite shots over the years are the accidental ones, and the photos against random bursts of […]
It’s Monday. Another day, another week. What will happen, we simply don’t know. Just move, just go. Walk through that door.
The Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk, a kitschy playground by the sea, conjures many memories—not just because I’ve visited this place with my family and friends over the past 30+ years, but because the past is well preserved here. The iconic red Giant Dipper roller coaster—which opened in 1924—and the 1911 Looff […]
I have always loved food. Food brings my massive family together, year after year. Our Filipino feasts are plentiful; the sight of plates and hot trays on multiple tables is overwhelming. Meanwhile, my mother and aunts always think there’s never enough. My Thanksgiving dinner begins shortly. I’ve compiled some photographs […]
My dear friends, Ann and Steve, are getting married next October. They asked me to take engagement photos this past weekend in San Francisco. Here’s a peek at the shots from Saturday. They are extremely photogenic, so my job was very easy. There’s no better way to spend a sunny […]
Hacienda Tres Rios posted their Photo of the Week on their Facebook page. Feels like forever since I was in Mexico… More Photos from Tres Rios: Flickr: Hacienda Tres Rios
I’m a sucker for street art. I’m not picky about what I’m drawn to—I love graffiti in general, from the fantastic pieces I’d seen through the window of my train in Switzerland 10 years ago, to tiny, stenciled images I’ve come upon in random bathroom stalls in cities like San […]
Much can be inferred about a person through their home. I live in a small but cozy one-bedroom apartment in Russian Hill in San Francisco, and almost all of my belongings reside here with me. (A few trunks are in storage elsewhere.) I don’t own a great deal of stuff—in […]