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Megan Kwasniak
The dusk came quickly and it started to rain again. The chilly, damp air permeated through all my layers of clothing, sending a shiver down my spine. It was our last day at the border and we have just said our goodbyes. The orange vests we wore throughout the week were now neatly placed on the bench beside us, ready to be picked up by someone else tomorrow. We exited the tent, illuminated by the warm glow of a fireplace and into the cold, damp evening, cameras hanging from our sides. We did not want to miss any potential photo…
Have you ever felt as if you’ve gotten to know someone based on social media following alone? While this may not be a common occurrence, I’ve certainly been able to connect with a few photographers on Instagram that it feels as if we’ve become friends. Mauro DeBettio is one of them. I cannot recall the first time I have seen or learned about his work, but his photography has fascinated me since. Mauro travels all over the world to photograph people and their cultures…He dives deep into the subjects he is passionate…
Every few months, my friend Sonia and I become very restless and decide to take a trip together. Sonia is a fellow photographer and understands the logistics of travel when it comes to making images. Quite contrary to popular belief, image making is an intense, energy consuming process. Days are planned around the most ideal light, there are early wake up calls and late nights and scouting picturesque locations becomes more of a priority than eating at fancy restaurants. Photographers travel differently but I will write more on that subject in another blog post. The most recent trip Sonia and…
Traveling during the pandemic has presented challenges like no other time in history. I had originally written this post mid-Covid and I feel that I didn’t give the beautiful state of Utah much justice. Who can blame me though, it was a stressful time in our history and most people were not able to focus on much else except survival 🙂 Today, as I review some of my older blog posts and update them for relevance, I decided to rewrite this one in particular and provide as much insight regarding photography in Utah as possible. To start with…
It was early March and the weather in Havana was lovely: warm, but not too humid, breezy in the mornings and with occasional rain showers in the early afternoon. The city was exactly as I had remembered it from a few years ago: noisy, colorful, full of light and life that seemed to have frozen in time. As I stepped onto the streets on the first day of my fourth visit, I was hit with a faintly perceptible nostalgia. The scenes so familiar from the past unfolded before me. Classic cars wheezed by, occupied by happy tourists and their stylish…