As with many things these days, I am a bit late to the party. Let me be the last person to wish you and yours a happy, healthy and prosperous new year. While 2014 saw many positive events for me, it was as challenging a year as I’ve yet had. I’m a pretty open book and tend to speak candidly here as I have found this blog to be a collective journey in many ways, and on top of that, a bit of a personal diary in that I can vent, ramble on and air my praise or frustration to the ether, while sharing with the community that frequently stops by to keep me company. In a weird way, that is supposed to be a thank you for stopping by. Thank you for reading my ongoing ramblings and thank you for the continued interaction and support. I love photography, I love writing, and this blog enables me to do both. If it were not for you, I’d just as soon be talking to a brick wall about my passions which of course would quickly pin me as a crazy person, so thank you for allowing me to hide that from my friends, wife and children.
While the title may allude to a sinister, Imperial-esque characterization of a city known for many a questionable, extra curricular activity, I mean to speak quite literally. For anyone who’s read my blog for more than a year, you may know that I travel to Amsterdam once a year on business. Because of said business, coupled with the late time of year and Holland’s geographical placement, I rarely get to experience it in the light of day. With a +9 hour difference to tackle, and tiring hours spent working while there, my window for photographic opportunity normally falls within about an hour and a half between when I get done working, and the inevitable collapse into a jet lagged coma that prematurely greets the end of each day. Luckily, this year, this window happened to open while the weather was crisp, but dry as it gave me the ability to wander around, camera in hand to document a bit of my annual stay in what has become my home away from home.