I recently spent two weeks in the Sultanate of Oman, a small Arab state on the Southeast coast of the Arabian peninsula. I admit to not knowing much about the place before being invited as part of an international group of photographers on a customized tour. As a young boy, I remember the country having the name Muscat and Oman on my world map—but that’s about it.
So I could say that I was overwhelmed by the photo opportunities in Oman—the colorful, friendly people, the mountains (the only country on the Arabian Peninsula with this feature), beaches, and pristine sand deserts—but I won’t. Instead, I’ll let my images tell the story with only a few editorial comments sprinkled in.
Parched, The Wahiba Sands, Sultanate of Oman
The scene is extremely iconic and a photographic cliché, but would you turn away from the luscious backlighting and elongated shadows on the rippled sand? Yeah, I didn’t think so.
Hide and Seek, Ibra Market, Sultanate of Oman
Yes, this young boy was half-heartedly hiding from me and my lens, but it was obvious he wasn’t too distressed by the encounter. In fact, by the look of that winning smile of his, I’d say he was enjoying it! One of the best things about Oman was the simple curiosity and innocence of the people, unaccustomed as they are to tourists shoving cameras in their faces.
Circle of Life, Ras al-Jins Turtle Reserve, Sultanate of Oman
Just the two of us crawling around in the sand on our bellies—me grinning behind a wide-angle lens and this green sea turtle wearing a mask of strength and determination as she made her way back to the waters of the Arabian Sea.
Man of Sur, Sultanate of Oman
This guy was one of my favorite photographic subjects and a new hero of mine. I mean, just look at him. He’s got that badass, I-don’t-give-a-crap aura about him and would you get a load of that beard? I shaved mine shortly thereafter out of shame and humiliation.
Diana’s Point, Jabal al Akhdar, Sultanate of Oman
The late Princess of Wales allegedly frequented this spot to get away from everything, hence the name given by the locals. Now I know all about the blown out sky in the upper right corner of the image but I really don’t care. I found myself taking more of a photojournalistic approach on this trip and that gives me the excuse to just “let it be.” I feels pretty good, I must say.
The Corneche, Muscat, Sultanate of Oman
My friend Sergio and I talked our way onto the roof of an old hotel in order to get this view of Muscat at twilight.
Of Men and Melons, Nizwa, Sultanate of Oman
Melons and men talking about melons, because that’s what men do—talk about melons.
Sidewinder, Wahiba Sands, Sultanate of Oman
The exquisitely sculpted dunes of the Wahiba Sands with low-angled, warm sunlight of early morning. And for just a few minutes, I was a fine-art landscape photographer again and it too felt good.
Ghosts of Mutrah Souq, Muscat, Sultanate of Oman
The main souq (market) in downtown Muscat provided dozens of prime photo opportunities. For this image, I set up low on a tripod in the middle of the crowd and waited for men to walk by in their white robes, using a longish exposure to create an illusion of motion.