Week 3 – Spitsbergen

Polar bear on sea ice in Arctic at 83.3.40°N, 45°35.32E

Polar bear on sea ice in Arctic at 83.3.40°N, 45°35.32E

In June of 2006, I went with a group of photographers to Spitsbergen, where we spent a couple of weeks photographing birds and animals. Spitsbergen borders the Arctic Ocean, the Norwegian Sea, and the Greenland Sea. It is owned by Norway, and Spitsbergen is the largest and only permanently populated island of the Svalbard archipelago. We had a very successful trip and saw about 62 polar bears, which was some sort of record for seeing that many polar bears. I went back two years later and only saw seven polar bears. On both trips I gained a lot of experience photographing the bears but never did get a good picture of a bear jumping. It seemed that I was always a little late, not focused, or did not frame the shot properly.

It was later that same year when I made two trips sailing from Murmansk, Russia to the North Pole on the Russian nuclear ice breaker, Yamal. Drawing on my experience in Spitsbergen, I had learned enough about the mannerisms of polar bears to anticipate what they would do next. I was photographing a bear hunting on broken ice when I noticed the open lead in the pack ice and realized that the bear would have to make a choice. He would enter the water and swim away or jump to the next piece of ice and continue his hunt. His mannerisms told me that he was going to jump. I quickly refocused and got ready. As soon as his back muscles tightened I began firing a sequence of continuous shots. Finally, success was achieved. I got several more jumping bears on that trip, but none better than this one.

Technical data:

  • Polar bear on sea ice in Arctic above Franz Joseph Land at 83.3.40°N, 45°35.
  • Nikon D2x   1/250 sec., f/7.1, Nikon 200-400 mm f/4 lens at 200 mm
  • ISO 400 (What I would do different would be to use an ISO of 1600 and 1/1000 sec. exposure.)
  • August 4, 2006, 5:01 PM

Week 2 – Yalta

Man along the Yalta harbor teaching young boy how to play chess

Man along the Yalta harbor teaching young boy how to play chess

This picture was taken May 27, 2006 in Yalta, Ukraine. Yalta is a resort city located on the South coast of the Crimean Peninsula which borders the Black Sea. I spent several hours walking the im Lenina embankment along the sea. The portion of the im Lenina embankment closest to Yalta is a pedestrian area filled with parks, amusement rides, restaurants, cafes, and promenades. I took the picture on a Saturday afternoon and the embankment was filled with many people out for a stroll, walking their dogs, playing chess, eating ice cream, fishing, gossiping, and even couples dancing to a live band. The picture was taken along a low wall next to the sea where we see a grandfather teaching his grandson how to play chess. The boy seemed to be a fast learner because he made his chess moves quickly. I was taken by their concentration, the man’s hat, and the warm afternoon light. I asked in Russian if I could take their picture, so with their approval I squatted down and took a series of compositions. This picture shows the intensity of the man’s concentration. On the other hand, the boy is moving his chess pieces but also running around and playing with his film camera.

Technical data:

  • Camera Nikon D2x with Nikon 18-200 mm f/3.5-5.6 lens at 65 mm;
  • ISO 200;  1/640 sec at f/8.
  • Time of exposure was May 27, 2006 5:49 PM

Week 1 – Africa Changing Houses

old changing houses on the beach at Muizenberg near Cape Town, South Africa

Muizenberg old changing houses

I decided to do something for 2016 that I have never tried before. This will be the first in a series of eclectic pictures from around the world. I will send a different picture each week. Most times it will be a single image with a bit of description added. In this case I am showing two pictures to demonstrate how different the results can be based on the direction of the light.

Changing houses on the beach at Muizenberg near Cape Town, South Africa

Changing houses on the beach at Muizenberg near Cape Town, South Africa

You are looking at the old changing houses on the beach at Muizenberg near Cape Town, South Africa. I had been wanting to photograph this beach for about ten years and finally was able to go there at sunrise October 27, 2015 with my very capable local photo guide, Jamie Stafford. The first picture was taken at 6:03 AM shortly after the sun had cleared the horizon. We spent about 15 minutes taking a variety of compositions with the sun to my back and side. As we began our walk back to the van Jamie asked if I wanted a picture from our angle looking back. While it looked OK, I thought that I had the best pictures already, but since there was no hurry I set up my tripod and decided to “grab” a final shot. Little did I know at the time but that last shot looking back, taken fifteen minutes after we first began, would become my favorite.

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  • Both pictures were taken with an Olympus mirrorless E-M1 body.
  • I used a tripod with an electronic shutter release.
  • The first picture showing a long row of changing houses was taken with a Lumix 12-35 f/2.8 lens set at 1/250 sec. and f/5.6.
  • The second image selecting only four of the houses used a longer lens, Lumix 35-100 f/2.8 set for ¼ sec and f/22. A long exposure was used to soften the waves in the surf and allowed everything from the houses to the mountains in the distance to be in focus. Many years ago a photographer gave me a very good bit of advice: “Always look behind you.”
  • Taken October 27, 2015 6:03am & 6:18am

Photographing the Otherworldly Landscapes of Iceland

Hvítserkur, a basalt rock formation at Húnafjörður.

Hvítserkur, a basalt rock formation at Húnafjörður.

I and five others joined Dee Ann Pederson for her photo tour of Iceland, June 22-July 5, 2013, operated by her company, Windows of Nature.

I had been to Iceland twice before, but each time it was only a day stop on a cruise. The three places that I had visited on the island were sufficient to pique my interest in an in-depth visit to this unusual country.

The Land

I thought long and hard about flying to Reykjavík, renting a 4×4 vehicle and touring on my own, but two different locals tried to talk me out of this plan once they found out some of the places that I wanted to visit. Now, as I reflect back on my trip, I am glad that I took their advice and joined Dee Ann’s tour.

It would not be complicated to circle the country in a week to 10 days on the Ring Road in a 4×4 SUV. However, off the main road, many of the unpaved roads are not marked and many of the great photo spots are not even listed on a map.

Atlantic Puffin

An Atlantic puffin at the Látrabjarg bird cliffs

In the backcountry, bridges do not exist, so you must ford all the creeks and rivers. Not just any 4×4 vehicle will get the job done.

Iceland is all about the landscape. There are mountains mixed with waterfalls, running streams and green moss. Some mountains are barren but present a variety of colors and shapes. When we were there, most of the mountains still had some snow in places, adding interest to the scene.

Iceland was formed by glaciers and volcanoes, and both are very much visible as you move about the country. It is home to one of the largest glaciers in Europe, Vatnajökull.

There must be more waterfalls in Iceland than in almost any country in the world. The waterfalls are so numerous that there are many majestic falls that do not even have names.

Other Sights

If you go to Iceland looking for mammals, you will be disappointed. However, seabirds are in abundance in a variety of places.

We visited the Látrabjarg bird cliffs in the western part of the country for close encounters with birds such as puffins, razorbills, kittiwakes, guillemots and Arctic terns. Long lenses are not required; a 50mm-200mm lens will work just fine. At the time of year that I visited, it never really got dark. We photographed birds until midnight, and I even photographed flying terns at 12:50 a.m. The sun was up again before 3 a.m.

If you go, be prepared for every kind of weather. In the span of two weeks we encountered sunny days, cloudy days, windy days, rainy days and a little snow and sleet. The temperatures averaged about 50°F, with highs never above the 60s.

I wore a light fleece or windbreaker at all times. Often, layering was required.

We had only one day on which rain was a real problem; strong winds were more of a concern. I forced myself to never leave my camera on a tripod unattended.

On most days I wore rain pants all of the time. By doing so, I could kneel down and not get my regular pants wet, as it was generally wet around the waterfalls and I found many opportunities to kneel down to photograph flowers.

The Tour

Haukur Snorrason was our local tour guide/driver. Haukur is a professional photographer, putting us in good hands when it came to knowing where to go for the best pictures. His wife, Hadda, operates Hrífunes Guesthouse, where we stayed a number of nights. Evening meals do not get any better than Hadda’s cooking.

Dramatic rhyolite mountains at Landmannalaugar.

Dramatic rhyolite mountains at Landmannalaugar.

Iceland is not a cheap destination. In fact, my guess is that you can expect to pay about twice what you would pay in the US for things in Iceland.

Haukur also leads his own tours. He has a custom-equipped 4×4 Ford van with 38-inch tires that can carry as many as 10 people. I don’t know how deep a river crossing he can make, but we went through some at least four feet deep.

Dee Ann Pederson is the most thorough trip leader that I ever have had. She thought of everything and left nothing to chance. She provided everything, including soft drinks, snacks, towels (for drying cameras), maps, handouts and preplanning guides that included things that I would never have thought of. I paid $6,535 for the 2-week tour, not including airfare.

Iceland is a very clean country. You can drink the water coming out of the mountain streams and, once off the main roads, you can go for hours without seeing another person.

Before this trip, I did not know that Iceland has one of the northernmost botanical gardens in the world, located in Ísafjörður. I was not prepared for the wonderful rhyolite mountains that resembled watercolor paintings. I did not know about the hundreds-of-years-old lava fields covered in moss.

I was in awe when we photographed streams lined with fountain apple moss running through black lava sand. We photographed one of Iceland’s six remaining churches with turf roofs.

Iceland is truly a great destination for any photographer. Make the effort, if you can.

For more photos from Iceland, you can view them at Iceland 2013 and Iceland.

Published in the October 2013 issue of International Travel News, pg. 34.

Touring the Five ’Stans

UNESCO World Heritage Site

Kunya-Urgench, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is situated in northwestern Turkmenistan

I became interested in Central Asia many years ago when reading about the Silk Road. Bukhara and Samarkand always seemed like mystical places to me. More recently, I read a book about Genghis Khan by Jack Weatherford that made me, more than ever, want to pay a visit to the area.

Planning the Trip

While on another trip, in 2009, I met a man and his wife who had recently completed a trip to Central Asia arranged by Irina Chugaev­skaya of Aba Sayyoh Tours (M. Usuf Street 52, office 6, Tashkent; phone +988 71 2671796) in Uzbekistan. This couple was most pleased with their experience, so I contacted Irina to see what she could arrange for my wife, Margaret, and me.

Man in the village of Chong-Kemin, Kyrgyzstan.

Man in the village of Chong-Kemin, Kyrgyzstan.

Initially, I was not sure exactly what I wanted, but I did know that I did not want to join a large group. While tour operators with groups of 12 to 36 people do provide a certain comfort level, traveling with them makes me feel like a tourist and not a traveler.

Originally, there were to be two other couples joining us, but they both backed out, so it was just Margaret and me with a car, a driver and an English-speaking guide. There were times, such as at airports and border crossings, where we were on our own, but it was only for a very short time.

The tour cost us a bit more than what it would have with six people, but what we gained was flexibility. As a photographer, it was important to me to be able to stop from time to time for photo opportunities. We were able to eat where and when we wanted, stay in small hotels and guest houses in great locations and have one-on-one conversations with our guide. Deviations from the planned itinerary could be arranged and questions asked at any time.

Other than breakfast, we never ate a meal in a hotel, choosing, instead, small places where the locals ate. We were able to visit homes and farms and see life as it really was.

Our trip was 18 days, but if I were to do it again I would make it a few days longer.

A Smooth Start

We began our trip on Sept. 9, 2010, in Tashkent, Uzbekistan. As Irina promised, when we exited the baggage claim area at the airport there was someone holding a sign with our name on it. In short order, we were off to the Tashkent Palace Hotel. This was perhaps the most expensive of all of our lodgings on this trip, and it was an excellent choice from which to begin and end our tour.

The following day we toured part of Tashkent, then went to the airport for an afternoon flight to Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan, continuing the next day by car to Lake Issyk Kul in the northern Tian Shan mountains. Lake Issyk is about 113 miles long and 37 miles wide, making it the 10th-largest lake in the world by volume and the second-largest alpine lake.

After driving around the north and east sides of the lake, we spent the night at the Green Yard Guest House in Karakol. The Green Yard was a most delightful place, with excellent food served by a gracious host. I particularly liked the old Russian-style wooden houses in Karakol.

Completing our drive around the lake the following day, we then headed north to the Chong-Kemin Valley. Our destination was the village of Chong-Kemin and the Guest House Alpinist. Our room there was in the new addition, and all meals were included.

I spent a half day wandering the village, meeting and photographing some locals, our guide Vitaliya Timchenko doing the interpreting. It was harvesttime in the fields, and people were gathering potatoes and hay.

We departed the Chong-Kemin Valley and stopped at the Sarmysh Gorge to view ancient petroglyphs. Then we drove up into the Jety-Oguz Gorge for a night in a yurt.

A cold front had passed through that day, so it was much colder than we had expected. My thermometer read 36°F inside our yurt the next morning. Frost topped the yurt and covered the ground.

We both had so many quilts piled on top of us that we could barely move. At least there was a fire in the yurt, where breakfast was served.

After breakfast we loaded up and drove to the Kazakhstan border. Our guide and driver had been through this border crossing many times and knew the routine. Still, we had to walk across with our luggage and, on the opposite side, meet the car after it had passed through Customs too. This took about 1½ hours, due to the many people crossing with us.

It was late afternoon when we finally reached Almaty, Kazakhstan. We had just enough time remaining in the day for a city tour, since we were to fly back to Tashkent, Uzbekistan, in the morning. I would allow another day in and around Almaty should I visit again.

Returning to Uzbekistan

Back in Tashkent, we were met by Elena Azaranko, our Uzbekistan guide for the next six days. After seeing more sights in Tashkent and spending another night at the Tashkent Palace Hotel, we drove to Samarkand. Finally, we had arrived at one of the cities that had first enticed me to take this trip.

The Registan in Samarkand, Uzbekistan.

The Registan in Samarkand, Uzbekistan.

Samarkand is the second-largest city in Uzbekistan, and in the 14th century it was the capital of the empire of Timur. Samarkand was an important stop on the Silk Road between China and the West. Some wonderful monuments are preserved from that period of time.

The well-preserved and -restored Registan, a complex of three madrassas, was the ancient center of Samarkand.

We spent three nights in Samarkand at the very nice Malika Prime Hotel, which was within sight of Tamerlane’s mausoleum, the Gur-e Amir, and the Bibi-Khanym Mosque.

After two days of touring, we made a day trip to Tajikistan to visit the ancient ruined city of Panjakent. Our guide in Tajikistan was Hamrokul Mirzoev, an English teacher. With his help, this was the easiest and quickest border crossing of the entire trip.

I asked if it was possible to visit someone’s home, and Hamrokul said that he would go ask a farmer who lived nearby. It was about noon on a Sunday when we found Jaliloov Razshan in his yard. He readily agreed to show us his house and farm. He had a house full of relatives and the small kitchen was busy.

After we had toured his farm and house and met the family, Jaliloov asked Hamrokul if we would like some tea. We agreed. Removing our shoes, we sat down on quilts placed on the ground under the shade of nearby trees.

First, two kinds of home-baked bread appeared, followed by a plate of dried apricots, nuts, two kinds of cookies and candy. A dish was brought with brown butter that tasted like cheese.

Jaliloov then got a melon (somewhat like our honeydew but larger) out of the pond, where it had been placed to keep it cool. Our guide proceeded to slice the melon, which was very sweet and delicious — but we were not through. A watermelon was also sliced, and a towel was passed around with which to wipe our hands. (The towel was really needed when we were given a large tomato, which was eaten like an apple.)

The Registan in Samarkand, Uzbekistan.

The Registan in Samarkand, Uzbekistan.

Finally the tea was ready, served in handleless cups larger than our typical teacups, which we cradled with both hands.

That morning, Margaret and I had decided to skip lunch to allow extra time for touring. It was a good idea because Jaliloov’s wife brought each of us a big bowl of soup. Margaret decided to pour a little of the soup in her teacup to have a small sample. The soup, filled with vegetables and meatballs mixed with rice, was delicious — so good, in fact, that Margaret ate not only what was in her cup but the balance of the large bowl that was brought to her.

I had read that Tajik people were some of the friendliest in the world, and I can now say, without hesitation, that the members of this family certainly were. I could not help but wonder how many American families could have or would have produced such a spread on the spot without prior warning.

Another quick trip across the border and we were met again by Alina, our Uzbek guide. After spending the night in Samarkand, we made our way to Bukhara, only a few hours away by car.

“Wow!” was my reaction to this magical city. The historic center, which has been inhabited for about 2½ millennia, contains many mosques and madrassas. Some are still functioning, while others are well-preserved monuments. Many of the buildings are from the eighth to 17th centuries.

The historic walled city center is easily explored on foot in a couple of days.

I had thought that Samarkand was my favorite place… until I reached Bukhara. If I had only one place to visit in Central Asia, it would be this city.

Turkmenistan Troubles

Next on our itinerary was Turkmenistan for four days. We drove to the Farab border to begin what was the worst border crossing of our entire journey.

First we had to exit Uzbekistan. We presented our passports before entering a building to fill out two Customs declaration forms. The completed forms were inspected and stamped.

After all of our bags were scanned, we walked to the next building, where our passports were checked again and information about us was listed in a book. Finally, our forms and passports were stamped by the exit officer.

View of Khiva, Uzbekistan.

View of Khiva, Uzbekistan.

A sign read, “Follow the arrows to the neutral zone.” We complied. Upon entering the neutral zone, we had one more passport inspection by an Uzbek border officer, who then pointed down the road in the direction that we were to proceed.

All we could see was a line of trucks waiting to enter Uzbekistan. Beyond that was bushy desert. That was it! Where was the Turkmenistan border? We discovered that it was over a mile away, so off we went, rolling our luggage.

Finally we reached a passport checkpoint. However, the Customs building was still another half mile away. Fortunately, there was a minivan that transported us the rest of the way for $1 — money well spent.

The van delivered us to the building and, after a passport check, we were allowed to enter. Someone handed us a Turkmen Customs declaration form. Once it was filled out and inspected, we proceeded to another area to obtain our visas.

To enter Turkmenistan, as for Russia, one must have a Letter of Invitation, which we had with us from our Uzbek travel agency. However, a Turkmen travel agency representative must show up with an Entry Travel Pass. As we later discovered, our Turkmen guide had the pass with him, but he was not allowed past the outside gate.

We explained to the agents that someone from Ashgabat Siyakhat Travel Agency was there to pick us up and should have the required documents. We had the travel agency’s telephone number, so the visa agents made a call to Ashgabat, about 384 miles away, and our guide was finally allowed to enter to produce the necessary documents.

Finally, everyone seemed satisfied and we each paid the required 55-dollar visa fee plus the entry fee ($12). With the visas finally in our passports, we ran our luggage through the scanner and our passports were checked again. Our Customs declaration form was stamped and collected and, with one final passport check, we were finally allowed to exit the building and enter Turkmenistan. The entire border crossing took almost two hours.

Sites of Interest

Of the five countries we visited, Turkmenistan would be the one to which I would not want to return. There seems to be little interest in promoting tourism, perhaps partly because the country has vast natural gas riches. In a sense, I did not feel welcome.

Photography was restricted and access to certain areas was limited. There was almost no Internet access, and it seemed the government controlled everything. It reminded me of Russia before the breakup of the Soviet Union.

Near Panjakent, Tajikistan

Our guide Hamrokul Mirzoev (right) with Jaliloov Razshan, who hosted an impromptu lunch for us near Panjakent, Tajikistan.

Over 70% of the country is covered by the Karakum Desert. Much of the remaining land is planted in cotton, which requires vast irrigation. One of the main roads running through the Karakum is paved with asphalt but was rutted much like a dirt road because the summer temperatures are well above 100 degrees, making the asphalt soft enough that heavy trucks create ruts.

I found four main things of interest for visitors. The first point of interest is the capital, Ashgabat. While it does not surpass Dubai in construction, I saw modern buildings in every direction. The city was full of parks, monuments and trees. Considering that it is a desert city, it boggles the mind to think how much irrigation it must take to keep all of the trees, plants and grass alive.

The streets were wide, with modern vehicles everywhere. There were many high-rise apartment buildings and shops selling Western-style clothing.

Turkmenistan does contain the ruins of two ancient cities. The ancient city of Merv, near the modern city of Mary in southeastern Turkmenistan, was an important stop on the Silk Route. Its archaeological ruins consist of a series of separate and adjacent walled cities, dating from the sixth century BC to the 15th century AD. Some of the walls were visible, as were the remains of a few buildings.

Another place of interest is Nisa, an ancient city located about ten miles northwest of Ashgabat. Excavations have revealed portions of this UNESCO World Heritage Site.

It is said that Nisa was the first capital of the Parthians, around 250-211 BC. The city was destroyed by an earthquake during the first decade BC.


We departed Ashgabat in the early morning on a flight to Dashoguz. Turkmenistan Airlines is heavily subsidized, so flights are very cheap. (Ours cost less than $20 each.)

We were met by our guide Anna with a car and driver and taken to Kunya-Urgench, situated in northwestern Turkmenistan on the banks of the Amu Daria River. The origins of Kunya-Urgench go back to the sixth or fifth century BC.

The town was located on the crossing of two major trade routes and became an important trading center from the 10th to 14th centuries. Genghis Khan destroyed the city in 1221, but it was rebuilt with fine bazaars and impressive buildings. In the late 14th century the city was ravaged by Timurid troops.

This World Heritage Site has three main attractions: the ruined fortress of Khorezmbag, dating from the mid-19th century; the remains of the Kyrk Molla Fortress, from the fifth century BC, and the 60-meter-high Kutlug-Timur Minaret, the most visible landmark. There are also mausoleums, mosques and Muslim graveyards.

After touring Kunya-Urgench, we drove the short distance to the Turkmen-Uzbek border for our final border crossing of the trip. We encountered no problems there and it took less than an hour to complete. Our new Uzbek guide, Maria, and our driver took us to Khiva for our final two days in Uzbekistan.

Coming full circle

Khiva is an ancient desert oasis, bordered on the south by the Karakum Desert and on the northeast by the Kyzylkum Desert. It was the center of a notorious slave market from the 17th to 19th centuries.

Muslim wedding couple in Almaty, Kazakhstan.

Muslim wedding couple in Almaty, Kazakhstan.

Khiva is divided into two parts: the outer town, called Dichan Kala, which was once protected by a wall, and the inner city, or Itchan Kala, still enclosed by brick walls measuring 10 meters in height.

The Old Town contains historic monuments and old houses dating mainly from the 18th and 19th centuries. Some structures were begun as early as the 10th century and were rebuilt and modified over time. About 50,000 people live in the combined parts of Khiva, the city a photographer’s delight from dawn to dusk.

We took an evening flight to Tashkent, then an early-morning flight to Rome and on to Atlanta.

Excluding visas, the cost of our 18-day tour was $3,200 each, including a car and driver in each country, an English-speaking guide, all admission fees and hotels, lodges, guest houses and yurts, with daily breakfast.

A few of the out-of-the-way lodges and the yurts included all meals as well; otherwise, we paid for our own meals as we went. I do not recall paying more than the equivalent of about $7 for any meal, and many were $3-$4.

Our $3,200 also included four separate flights.

We had a total of six local guides. Five were excellent and we would gladly recommend them to others. (Our first Turkmenistan guide was substandard.) All of the vehicles were in excellent condition, with sufficient room for our gear and guide. All of our guides had cell phones. Excellent planning by Irina made things go very smoothly. I would definitely use Aba Sayyoh again.

Looking back, I would make a few changes should I take this trip again. I would add an extra day in Almaty, Kazakhstan, and an extra day at the end of the trip in Tashkent. Our late arrival in Tashkent that night and a 5:45 a.m. departure the next morning made for a very short night. I believe I would also like a couple of extra days in Tajikistan to visit the mountains.

Mid to late September was an excellent time to visit. Crops were being gathered in the fields and the temperatures were very pleasant. I think that spring would also be a good time for a Central Asia trip, but don’t go in the summer unless you enjoy 100°-plus daytime temperatures.

Published in the July 2011 issue of International Travel News.