Travel

“My Plastic People” is my most ambitious and personal project so far. It has become an essential part of my identity as a street photographer and as an artist. These…

I. Transit   Stand on a quiet street in Los Angeles at 4:00 am. Order a Lyft. Wait 30 minutes. Stare at your phone: the computerized version of your ride…

Featured photo — “a city through a jungle” —  from author Katie Simpson. Each night my dad made the same toast: “to another day in paradise.” Our glasses clinked as we…

This is Part Two in a two-part series.  You can read the first installment here.   Jakarta, Bali, Gili Air, & Yogyakarta Our second flight was less violent. We landed…

Sumatra I bolted out the classroom door and drove home after emailing my superiors that I would be unable to attend the staff meeting. There were pink skies over the…

I.  I crossed the Canadian border in mid-June. The border agent peered at me as I explained that I was going to Horsefly to visit some friends. He told me…

I’m not sure when I became cognizant of the concept of discipline, but I remember instances in my childhood that would fall under the portion of its definition that relates…

The plane rises eastward and circles south, then west, then north. The neighborhoods are suddenly tiny below. Their tininess seems permanent. All that confusion—how do you know when one village…

My last month in Malta is curiously vacant. Most of my friends are gone and most of my commitments have finished so while the island fills with tourists I suddenly…

Then, all at once, the epiphanies arrive. Like circles and arrows in chalk on a window. Like windows in a window, quadrilaterals cut out of the transparent surface to reveal…

Everyone claps when the plane touches down, as if they didn’t expect it to. Is this standard for Bulgaria? I wonder. Should I assume the plane will explode on arrival…

“Fear of danger is a funny thing, too. It … definitely has an agenda of its own. It’s ironic how danger doesn’t present itself when we’d expect, but instead creeps…

My sunglasses snap on the hill up the Citadel. I’ve put them in my back pocket for a second and the whole tight jeans thing, the whole scaling hills in…

The trip to Sicily passes in a series of singularities. I’ll never replicate the moments, the moods; life is always that way, but we travel to remember the fact. When…