Beyond Brooklyn

Eric Gales Black Mountain Blues Festival ©Mark D Phillips

Celebration of Resiliency: Black Mountain Blues

The Black Mountain Blues Festival brought together the best of blues on the first anniversary of Hurricane Helene, which devastated the area. Tourism needs to return and this was a grand first step. The lineup was first class with great indoor and outdoor venues, the downtown showing no sign of the devastation that took place 365 days ago

Space Shuttle Discovery at Sunset by Mark D Phillips

The Surly Bonds of Earth

Humans in space. Most can name the first astronaut or the first man on the moon. For me, eight other names were burned into my memory because of one of my photographs, Challengers’ destruction. Last week, I travelled to Washington, D.C., to visit the Challenger Memorial at Arlington National Cemetery and to view the Space Shuttle Discovery in her new life as a museum exhibit. This is my tribute to Challenger and Discovery.

Liam Moya races the Slalom A/B on March 21 -- 2025 A Racer’s Edge Masters National Championships

An Individual Sport

Alpine racing…… It’s a great sport that pits the athlete against a mountain and their own confidence in their own abilities. Toss in spring skiing conditions and you get an amazing opportunity to capture an individual testing their own limitations.

Shomari, a western lowland gorilla, atop his habitat at Pairi Daiza. ©Mark D Phillips

Once upon a time in Pairi Daiza

With 185 acres and the opportunity to visit with more than 800 species in its “nine worlds” housing more than 7,500 animals, Pairi Daiza was the culmination of a dream for Eric Domb, founder and chairman. He discovered the property in 1992, abandoning his career and devoting himself to the creation of paradise out of the former Cistercian Abbey of Cambron, founded in 1148 in Brugelette by twelve monks from Clairvaux.

Sagrada Familia Basilica

Return to Barcelona

Barcelona. I haven’t been there since 1992. Today’s Barcelona is sprawling and majestic, much as it was in 1992, just more. When I gazed across the cityscape from the patio of Fabra Observatory, near the top of Tibidabo, the tableau of city and Mediterranean stretched along the coastline.

Wilmington Where?

Wilmington? Vermont? It was a one stop-light town in the way on my way to Mount Snow. I always drove into town, turned right at that light and never once stopped. That changed this weekend in my efforts to travel on the New England Masters Ski Racing circuit in an old-style way, keeping costs down and when traveling alone, basically looking for those 70s and 80s type cheap motels that a single is willing to stay i