Barak Bruerd

I Was Here

Posted on September 11, 2009 by Barak in Africa | No Comments

Another flag in the sand so I can say “I was here”. Oh, and yes, that is a 360ft drop 18 inches to my right.

Mt. Kenya: Rugged Paradise

Posted on June 10, 2009 by Barak in Africa | No Comments

Technically I didn’t take this photo so it really shouldn’t be listed up here. But its me in the picture, it’s a great photo, and those two things rarely come together. So I’m posting it anyway with credit to Paul Wagner for shooting it, and credit to me for the artistic touches (tinting, textures, etc). One of my best trips in a long time – three days, two nights on the side of Mt, Kenya fly fishing. Caught three nice size trout and ate them along with a huge slab of Gouda and whiskey which sustained us through two freezing wet nights on the mountain. The hammock is my own design – a bolt of heavy Thai silk with loops on the end that convert it from a sleeping bag liner to a hammock. Warm nights and lazy-day lounging.

Staying “in Africa”

Posted on September 05, 2008 by Barak in Africa | No Comments

In northern Kenya we ate breakfast at a fantastic little hole-in-the-wall guesthouse in Torbi where the rooms were named after places. So I posed beside one of the doors that was most apropos for my work.

Moto-Taxi

Posted on December 07, 2006 by Barak in Asia | No Comments

A quick self-portrait from the back of a motor scooter taxi in Cambodia

One Last Walk

Posted on November 02, 2006 by Barak in Africa | No Comments

Since I rarely set up true self-portraits, shots you see if me in this blog are not strictly taken by me. I don’t care. This is probably one of my favorite shots of me and Araella; probably because it reminds me of when I was growing up and my dad would walk with me through the village in Sierra Leone, just like his father would walk with him him through the rural communities of eastern India when he was growing up in the late 40′s. It almost feels as if the road extends back in time, and if you could pan the camera you’d be able to look behind and see the footsteps of my father and my grandfather as they trudged along the same dusty path. And up ahead… somewhere lies Araella’s future on that veiled mountain. I can’t wait to discover what’s there.

A boy’s playland

Posted on October 29, 2006 by Barak in Asia | No Comments

For those of use who are explorers, it’s nearly impossible to describe the wonder of a new place. Adventure is a Siren that sings a song that cannot be resisted. This is Bokor Mountain. Home to a thousand dragon flies, waterfalls, forgotten trails, and a ghost town build by the French in the 1920′s – once a resort community for the wealthy to escape the capital and humid lowlands.

Overlook