Photographs, stories, places and projects
“Freak Street”. I chuckled and thought that’s a name I haven’t heard in decades. They’ve walked in along my outbound trail and share details of
The dishes are washed, the floor is swept and the duvet folded, all to impart welcome to whomever comes next. The trail is wet, streams
Tokyo is a vibrant and exciting city. It’s large, it’s bustling and a very concentrated place. Like many cities, there’s a veneer and then there’s
The double decker nudges gracefully backwards through the hairpin tunnel. It’s the third time we have done this and I wonder how this works, do
It’s three stories tall with a basement. I didn’t pick it, I didn’t even pick the community it stands it. It was probably built forty
We are looking for something very specific. Many are faded, the patina of age and use while attractive, suggest worn engines, axles and tires. It’s
“Give me a boy at seven and I’ll give you a man at thirteen” Whomever you attribute this too, it suggests a lot about formative
Hearing rural Nebraska almost 1300 miles away on AM/MW using a home-brew AM receive loop antenna
I’ve protected them for almost five decades. A journey across Asia, a sojourn in London, a flight across the Atlantic, car and truck rides around
If glass were invented today it might play out like this. Niche interest followed by an inevitable pivot point leading to something akin to mass
The amber glow washed across everything. The white snow turned amber, the concrete building turned amber and even the snow flurries joined in this transformation.
January sunrise and sunset drive on Lofoten’s southern highway.