Trini Like Salt

Trinidadian in Boston.

PhD student, among other jobs.

Sometimes, I blog in Trini dialect. It'll make you happy and want to drink rum.

Go away, children. This blog is not for you.

Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth, and remember what the dormouse said.

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I forget the name of the (huge) cemetery in Atlanta where I shot this. There was a section for soldiers who died in the Civil War. There were many headstones so engraved.
This image has always resonated with me.

I forget the name of the (huge) cemetery in Atlanta where I shot this. There was a section for soldiers who died in the Civil War. There were many headstones so engraved.

This image has always resonated with me.

In 1998, I had my heart broken. After moping around and feeling sorry for myself for an acceptable period, I cashed in some vacation days and visited California for the first time. I crashed with a couple of guys from my business school who had moved out there after graduation, the year before.
I rented a car and drove out to Yosemite, by myself. I was planning to stay there one night, but once I got there and witnessed it, felt it, I stayed 3 nights.
I’m no great hiker, but I traipsed around the walkable, easy-to-get-to-and-back-from areas for the 3 days. I woke up early 2 of the 3 mornings to see if I could catch the sunrise.  (I didn’t.)  But I did happen to catch the sunset off of Half Dome one evening.
It remains, to this day, one of the most glorious and spiritual things I’ve ever seen.  

In 1998, I had my heart broken. After moping around and feeling sorry for myself for an acceptable period, I cashed in some vacation days and visited California for the first time. I crashed with a couple of guys from my business school who had moved out there after graduation, the year before.

I rented a car and drove out to Yosemite, by myself. I was planning to stay there one night, but once I got there and witnessed it, felt it, I stayed 3 nights.

I’m no great hiker, but I traipsed around the walkable, easy-to-get-to-and-back-from areas for the 3 days. I woke up early 2 of the 3 mornings to see if I could catch the sunrise.  (I didn’t.)  But I did happen to catch the sunset off of Half Dome one evening.

It remains, to this day, one of the most glorious and spiritual things I’ve ever seen.  

Tassa drummers, St. James, Trinidad.  Some time in the late 90s.

These would never pass today’s digital photography standards for sharpness, and vibrancy - although I’m sure someone more skilled than me can work some Photoshop magic on them.  I’ve never been interested in spending huge amounts of time on images on a computer, though; I prefer making and taking photographs rather than editing them.  

These were shot with my first SLR - A Canon Rebel, before Rebel cameras had letters after the name.  This little boy was beating that drum with as much skill and gusto as the adults around him, and I followed them as they went down the street, angling for shots.  These two were the best ones.

They are also the only two photographs of mine that have ever been published in a magazine.  I entered a competition; got a third place and an honorable mention with these two.  The magazine was Caribbean Beat, the inflight publication of what is now Caribbean Airways.  

I won 2 Columbia T-shirts.  I still have them.  Those are some well made T-shirts.

A morning in Venice.  June 2005.  Honeymoon.