Excerpt: My Polish Informant
“It’s a passport!”…
“It’s a passport!”…
As an avid traveler, I get asked often how I deal with, you know, “stares”, when I travel in regions where not a lot of black people travel.
As part of its popular Notes from the Road series, I recently wrote a piece, Notes on My Polish Informant, for the Traveler’s Notebook about the very beginning of my love affair with Poland. A country that blew away all my expectations with the warmest of souls. Souls that suffered so much and know what …
Shot in Warsaw, till this day, I wonder what the Polish officer on the right was thinking when his face took on that irritated look. Plain disgust at me [the pesky traveler] that I’d dare pull out my camera in front of him? Something much deeper? He wasn’t having any of it, but what makes …
While I’m traveling for two weeks, here are a couple favorite shots for the postcard series. Years ago while roaming the cobbled streets of Krakow, Poland, I ran into a couple nuns who seemed to be having so much fun as they shared ice-cream and laughter. There was a certain timelessness and purity about the …
While I’m traveling for two weeks, here are a couple favorite shots for the postcard series. Well, if only it looked like this. This shot is an underground hall of the Wieliczka Salt Mines in Poland.