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...Spencer Associates: Coldwater Ridge Visitor Services Center Leave it to Americans to take a disaster that killed 57 people just 13 years ago and turn it into an official federal tourist trap. Fortunately, this center in the blast-zone heart of the Mount St. Helens National Volcanic Monument nicely avoids both government-issue banality and hokey log-cabin regionalism. Spencer Associates, based in Palo Alto, California, has created a spectacular glass-covered grand hall, from which one can gawk at acres of ash, lava beds, charred cedar stumps and, eight miles away, the still active volcano...
...Upend a tourist and a camera is likely to fall out of his pocket, but few shutterbugs know how to put their camera to best use. Holiday photos are often more Addams Family than Ansel Adams and usually draw only polite murmurs from captive audiences. Yet an increasing number of photography breaks are helping amateur photographers tap their creative juices. Courses last from a weekend to a fortnight, in destinations from Bhutan, where students learn to capture the color of the Jambay Lhakhang Festival, to Iceland's volcanic landscape. Experts help to transform snapshot-happy tourists into travel photographers. They...
...Upend a tourist and a camera is likely to fall out of his pocket, but few shutterbugs know how to put their camera to best use. Holiday photos are often more Addams Family than Ansel Adams and usually draw only polite murmurs from captive audiences. Yet an increasing number of photography breaks are helping amateur photographers tap their creative juices. Courses last from a weekend to a fortnight, in destinations from Bhutan, where students learn to capture the color of the Jambay Lhakhang Festival, Loh and Behold Avant-garde murals and imaginative furnishings characterise a new Singapore hotel Identity Parade...
...Yawning, I groped my way in the darkness to my window, to open up the blinds and greet the beautiful spring day. Faces pressed against the glass—not unlike those Garfield dolls suctioned-cupped to a car window—a group of camera-toting, map-clutching tourists were trying to peer into my room. Apparently, they had decided that peering into a complete stranger’s room at 10 o’clock on a Friday morning would be a good way to see how Harvard students live. I felt like a fish in an aquarium...