“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
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
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
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
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
January sunrise and sunset drive on Lofoten’s southern highway.
Once in a life time stunning views in Arctic Norway of a Cycle 25 enabled Aurora, the Northern Lights
Soon after year zero, it was simply a sideways V and pulsating underscore. Time passes and that very retro screen text is replaced by icons
It starts out “Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting on a train” and then unfolds as one of America’s best love songs, written by Kris
We almost feel like old hands. Days have turned into weeks, and we’ve covered two or three thousand miles by train. It’s slow going—maybe ten
The plane is empty. She’s adamant that we must stay in our assigned seats but I somehow find myself stealthy relocated to a window seat.