“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
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
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
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.