Where the Impressionists Haunted the Streets Montmartre, in the north of Paris, is a very artsy place and I would love to open a little photography studio there, even if it is a bit touristy now.  I don't think they had neon paint-palettes hanging in the streets when it was frequented by Monet, Pissarro, Renoir, and the whole cast of bohemian characters.I'm halfway through a book now called "The Judgement of Paris", about all these guys had to go through to get their paintings shown in the Salon.  Old-school judges would only approve paintings that showed historical scenes and the moral teachings of antiquity.  Consequently, dozens of today's priceless paintings were stamped on the back with a big red "R" for "Refused".After the Impressionists' paintings were refused by the selection committee, the artists would gather at cafes here, drinking wine that tasted of "mountwash and soot", and lament about the state of the art, so to speak.- Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.
The Alps from Above Scott Kublin and I took the train from Zermatt through the Alps to St. Moritz. Right after we arrived, we went to the top of the nearest mountain to take photos and have dinner. This place seemed to fit the bill!If you ever want to take that train — I recommend it! Thanks to everyone on the blog here that recommended it to me to begin with! It’s called the Glacier Express… be sure to take your camera! :)- Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.
The Old Pub in The Rocks, Sydney What a cool place! I was in Sydney on a secret mission with a friend (to be revealed later), and it was important that we visit as many pubs as possible in the oldest part of Sydney. I think this was one of our favorites.Inside, there was a warm, old feeling that only comes from old buildings. This feeling is always missing from new buildings that are made to look old. Maybe it’s just in my head, or maybe something else is going on beyond my ken.- Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.
 Coming Home to the Inn After Dinner This is a nice feeling -- this idea of walking to dinner and arriving back at the inn with family and friends just before it gets dark.  I don't know how to explain it, but perhaps you have experienced this too.This is in the far northern part of the south island if New Zealand.  The town is named Nelson, and I think it is one of the five biggest on that island.  But all of New Zealand only has four million people, and the vast majority of those are on the north island.  I wonder what has happened to towns like Nelson since the big earthquake in nearby Christchurch.  Maybe some of our NZ community readers can fill us in with some on-the-ground info.- Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.
The New Austin I don't think I can do a better job of a writeup than many of the other attendees, so here's just a quick recap.  We began the PhotoWalk by walking down 6th street down towards Momo's, where we met Leo Laporte and Lisa Bettany for a quick hello.  After that, we weaved through the streets together, talking about all sorts of things.  I also made about five other stops where I talked through my setup and my shots. On my final shot, we were working our way back towards The Driskill when I took set up for the scene below.It was a standard HDR with five exposures.  I was having some trouble grabbing an autofocus spot, so I just went to manual focus just to be sure the lens didn't try to re-focus on the multiple exposures.Thanks again to everyone that came out!  It was great getting to know you during the walk, and after the walk back at The Driskill.- Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.
Underlondon After a day of "working hard" by meandering all over London to take photos, we ended up here at this cool restaurant.  I'm sure some of our clever UK readers know exactly which one it is!It was one of those places where you walk in and see 30 different kinds of bread.  So then, there is no choice left, and you simply have to get bread.  I can sometimes have good bread-willpower, but not when I am presented with so many choices.  It's sort of like peer-pressure... and every one of those different kinds of bread is a sentient being, beckoning me to eat em up.- Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.
The Restaurant in Tokyo that Inspired that Crazy Scene from Kill Bill When I was in Tokyo, I had a great time out with Altus! He stayed with me here in Austin, and we were able to meet up for a fun time of photography out in Tokyo. That’s one of the BEST things about having a blog, I must say! It gives me the chance to meet all kinds of nice people like YOU that extend gracious invitations for photography! After dark, Altus took me to this cool restaurant (btw, the original sized version has nice details on Flickr!) The manager was very nice and let us sit where we wanted and then a carte-blanche for taking photos. He asked if I would send him photos and if I charge… and I told him no… I do this stuff for fun! So, we have a smart and well-movied community here – who can tell me the name of this restaurant? - Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.
Bistrot de Lyon I went out to dinner with a bunch of cool Russians after the conference on Tuesday. We went down one of the most popular streets in Lyon to have some seafood. Afterwards, the founder of this other company and I went out to shoot photos.. I think we walked the streets for about 3 hours until 2 AM. It was a big mistake since my flight left early the next morning! Although, it is better than going out drinking with the Russians… - Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.
The Best Fish Evar I have a restaurant suggestion! The best fish I have ever had is in that little viking-house there to the right. You have to duck to get through the door. Once inside, you emerge into a darkened viking-style dining hall (imagine the great hall where Gríma Wormtongue held powah over King Théoden of Rohan).This spot is pretty well-known restaurant called Tjöruhúsið in the little town of Isafjordur. There is a little window in the back where the fishermen come every morning to deliver the fresh fish in exchange for getting to eat there for free. They bring you the food inside giant iron-clad pans… it was so awesome. I’m going back in a few months and I’m going to gorge myself here with giant dinners before heading out for all-night shooting.- Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.

Where the Impressionists Haunted the Streets


Montmartre, in the north of Paris, is a very artsy place and I would love to open a little photography studio there, even if it is a bit touristy now. I don't think they had neon paint-palettes hanging in the streets when it was frequented by Monet, Pissarro, Renoir, and the whole cast of bohemian characters.

I'm halfway through a book now called "The Judgement of Paris", about all these guys had to go through to get their paintings shown in the Salon. Old-school judges would only approve paintings that showed historical scenes and the moral teachings of antiquity. Consequently, dozens of today's priceless paintings were stamped on the back with a big red "R" for "Refused".

After the Impressionists' paintings were refused by the selection committee, the artists would gather at cafes here, drinking wine that tasted of "mountwash and soot", and lament about the state of the art, so to speak.

- Trey Ratcliff

Click here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.

Where the Impressionists Haunted the Streets


Montmartre, in the north of Paris, is a very artsy place and I would love to open a little photography studio there, even if it is a bit touristy now. I don't think they had neon paint-palettes hanging in the streets when it was frequented by Monet, Pissarro, Renoir, and the whole cast of bohemian characters.

I'm halfway through a book now called "The Judgement of Paris", about all these guys had to go through to get their paintings shown in the Salon. Old-school judges would only approve paintings that showed historical scenes and the moral teachings of antiquity. Consequently, dozens of today's priceless paintings were stamped on the back with a big red "R" for "Refused".

After the Impressionists' paintings were refused by the selection committee, the artists would gather at cafes here, drinking wine that tasted of "mountwash and soot", and lament about the state of the art, so to speak.

- Trey Ratcliff

Click here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.
See photo in original gallery.