The idea for this post started out as a “favourite photos of the year.” A post where I share my favourite photos that I’ve taken in the last year. The ones that I think are “the best”. But that felt a little boring. And in an effort to be more of a person here, I thought sharing my favourite moments would give you a bit more insight into me. It gave me an excuse to go through all my photos and to be reminded of how amazing this year has been.
It has been an amazing year and I’m grateful for every single up and down this year has offered me.
On with the photos! FYI there are a lot of them, so it may take a few seconds to load.
I’ve been patiently waiting for the weather to cool down enough to where I can be outside comfortably during the day, for an extended period of time, without having a river of sweat streaming down my back. Almost there.
Regardless, last weekend I took a short boat ride with a couple of friends to Bu Maher Fort. Built in 1840, Bu Maher Fort is the first stop along the historical pearling path that Bahrain as known for. A path that flows through Muharraq, that one day I’ll follow along.
The afternoon spent at My Son was one of the highlights of the entire trip to Vietnam. Not just the type spent at My Son, but also the time spent on the journey to and from there.
The My Son ruins (or Cham Ruins) are a cluster of ruined and abandoned Hindu temples, built between the 4th and the 14th century AD by the kings of Champa. Think of them as Vietnam’s own Angkor Wat. One of the eight UNESCO World Heritage sites in Vietnam. And I felt like Lara Croft and Indiana Jones walking around them.
This isn’t going to turn into “oh my god, did you see the sky” kind of blog. But, oh my god, did you see the sky? Well, no you didn’t. Not these skies above Bahrain. Unless you live in Bahrain too – in which case, hi!
The day after the incredible orangey-pinky sunset I greedily snapped away at, the skies above Bahrain delivered something even more spectacular. A fairly epic thunder and lightning storm.
Bahrain’s weather is rarely at any extreme. Except extremely, unbearably hot in the summer. There’s never any dramatic rain or wind. They’ll be dust. Actual days when the weather prediction is widespread dust. So it’s rare to witness dumpster moving, balcony shaking wind along with a bit of rain and a whole lot of thunder and lightning.
The struggle is real. My struggle of figuring out which camera kit to take on holiday. Before every single holiday. And I’ve learnt that don’t need a lot of kit to feel the struggle.
From left to right – Tokina 11-16mm f/2.8, Nikon 35mm f/1.8, Nikon 18-55mm f/3.5-5.6, Nikon D7200 with Nikon 55-300mm f/4.5-5.6 attached. Joby GorillaPod at the back. Camera on phone (LG G4) not included.
This is the entirety of my camera kit. It’s not a lot. Camera body, a few lenses and an “it’ll do” tripod. But, before heading to Vietnam I struggled to figure out what I wanted to take with me.
What I couldn’t figure out was
- Weight – I didn’t want to be carrying around dead weight with me as I knew we’d be on foot most days.
- I had very little idea of what I’d be taking photos of. Sure I knew roughly that there might be some landscapes, scenery, monuments, city stuff, but nothing specific.
- Fear. Fear of leaving one piece of kit behind that might have been perfect for one occasion.