Whenever I travel to California for work, I usually leave my camera behind. My work trips are always packed, and I know I just won’t have much time to take photos. I feel bad about this, so on one of my recent trips I made it a point to take my camera and put photo time on my trip schedule. I picked an evening when I knew I would be near the Stevens Creek area, and after my meetings I set out to capture some photos. At least, that’s what I intended.

In February, 2015, my wife and I took a quick trip from Denver to Santa Fe where we explored the city, saw some great art, and took a few nice photos. Among the city photos I took on that trip, this one turned out the best as an abstract black and white view on the New Mexico Museum of Art. I loved the shape of the adobe tower combined with the protruding beams – the fancy carved wood sticking out while the windows sink inward.

Happy 4th of July! I took this photo in 2012 while visiting my friends Amy and Matt in New York City. We were all photography aficionados, so we agreed to take an evening stroll to Times Square to find some interesting photos of the locals and tourists. I took several great photos that night, but this one seems especially festive for posting on Independence Day.

I originally took and posted this photo in 2009 before I started geotagging my photos, so I’m not completely certain where we were when I captured this. However, I know we were somewhere on Iceland’s extraordinary Snaefellsnes Peninsula on the west coast. Iceland is such an incredible place to visit, and at this time of year we were able to experience these incredibly long and spectacular golden hour sunsets that lit up the world and made everything look fantastic.

My day in Paris had started off typically enough. The air traffic controllers were on strike, just not the ones controlling my United flight landing at CDG. The rail conductors were also on strike, but fortunately for me the Ubers at the airport were running just fine. I arrived at the office on a sunny morning without incident (despite ominous reports of riots in some far flung arrondissement), worked for a few hours, and then checked into my hotel for a quick shower and nap. It was during my shower that my jet lagged brain realized the weather had profoundly changed when I heard the din of loud raindrops on the roof of the hotel above me – loud enough to drown out the sound of the shower I was taking.