Travels, Experiences, and Photography by John Wehrheim
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Sheltering in Place #3 (21st-Century Echoes of Taylor Camp)
So why have I chosen to share my experience in Kalalau Valley publicly? There are several reasons. One, because recent State closures and ramped... -
Sheltering in Place #2 (21st-Century Echoes of Taylor Camp)
The beauty, peace and quiet. The quality of light. The pure taste of spring water. The focused concentration of the hunt. Eating only fresh and ... -
Sheltering in Place #1 (21st-Century Echoes of Taylor Camp)
In 2020, I spent three weeks living in Kalalau Valley during the Covid-19 Lockdown. While my family and I had been camping in the valley for dec... -
Dagala – Land of a Thousand Lakes
Thirty years after my daughter Maile's Himalayan initiation, a 125-mile trek along Bhutan's Snowman route, we recently repeated the ritual with Maile's 8-year-old daughter, Ua. Only this time around, we were “glamping” with a pack train, a cook, and a guide that spoke perfect English and had actually been to our final destination! -
Kauai or Kaua‘i: Which is Correct?
The ongoing debate among academics, activists, cultural practitioners, and just plain old “born and raised” Molokai locals over the “correct” pronu... -
Connecting Past and Future through Fishing at Ha‘ena, Kauai
I took these photos for Hana Hou Magazine a few years back of a longtime Kauai (Ha‘ena) fisherman, Keli’i Alapai and his son Kanoe. Keli’i and Ka... -
My Camera Equipment Secrets
At exhibitions and in interviews, I’m occasionally asked about what cameras I use. I typically dismiss these questions with a flippant “Good pho... -
Reflections (and Questions) on First- and Third-World Poverty
This year, at the end of three months in Bhutan, Pakistan, and India, I was powerfully drawn to the slums of Lahore and Kolkata: their rich color, their fascinating characters, and especially their friendly and open people. Feeling both safe and spellbound, I roamed Kolkata's worst slums day and night, meeting hustlers, con artists, thieves, drug dealers, prostitutes, addicts and beggars...as well as lots of honest, hard-working people including quite a few hijra, or transsexuals. -
Revisiting India – Mrs. Chaudhri and the India War Widows Association
I spent 10 days in October at the Indian National Library in Kolkata, researching a chapter in my new book. In 1974, I worked for Mrs. S. A. Cha... -
Heera Mandi, Lahore – Pakistan
On my way to the Lahore airport, I stopped for dinner at a rooftop restaurant in the old walled city next to the Badshahi Mosque and across from th... -
Pakistan Revisited – Part 4. Hunza
In 1973 I was arrested while trying to cross the border from Afghanistan’s Wakhan Corridor over the Irshad Pass to the Wakhi valley of Chipursan in... -
Pakistan Revisited – Part 3. Gilgit
I had descended 9000 feet in the middle of June, just before the monsoon broke – Pakistan's hottest time of year. My path took me from glacial mountains and trails knee-deep in snow, to the Indus Valley high desert, where the heat knocked you down and kept you from getting up.
Except for trekking around Lulusar Lake and over Babusar Pass, I rarely walked alone. There were always children with me – laughing, taunting, singing, practicing English, throwing stones at dogs, and generally showing off until they had to turn around and go home and another group of children from the next village would take their place.
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