San francisco — “You,” he looks at me sternly, “have to get used to not sleeping.” Oh Dave, if you knew how much sleep I actually get each night! But he’s right. And this is one much-needed kick in the ass. Thesis woes have been bothering me; I’ve been worrying (and worrying) instead of actually sitting down to do the work. I’m at that point in this graduate program where I just want it to be over—already start...
Kumai — It was our sixth day in Indonesia, our fourth week in Borneo, and we knew it was too hot and that we would be sweating in our long pants and collared blouses. The Indonesian side of the island, if pos...
Aireys inlet — In another sketch, I’ve mentioned that I’m the sort of guy that worships the sunrise. I take it to extremes. Every morning. Rain or shine. I do my meditation and then I take a quick shot or two fo...
Toronto — The owner first started the Backyard Axe Throwing League in his backyard. Three years later, there’s two locations in the city, one being a 7,000+ sq. ft warehouse. (where I took the picture) It was ...
North Potomac, Leigh-on-Sea & elsewhere
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Six years behind us, leaving notes to our future selves in the Cathedral of Junk.
Towards where are these figures marching, without arms, without heads, without souls to inhabit them?
If you were with me, we would've been the only two souls in the park. Instead I was alone, with the waves and the lighthouses nearby on the lake and the broken clouds above.
街を歩く時、すれ違う他人の目から目を逸らす時があって、すれ違う他人の目を見る時もある。/ When I’m walking around town, sometimes I look away from the eyes of the people I pass, and sometimes I look at their eyes.
Al caer la noche la acción está en el desierto, sobre la gran roja.
Una palmera artificial de arena y rascacielos, otra cara de la ciudad extraña.
They never stop spinning
You have your clout, I have my territories.
High up with Mr. Mitchell
When was the last time you felt misplaced, only to be reassured by something completely unfamiliar?
The Glass Canyon
Another beautiful morning!
My father died suddenly - or rather, to everyone else his death seemed sudden and unexpected but for him, it was a long time coming. From the stories that people have shared about their last moments with him, I think he knew his death was imminent.
Iquitos, Peru: Of Mototaxis and Migraines
Iquitos: Mototaxi and migraine HQ
I realize that in only a few minutes I can be gone to another time, another land, another place.
My life—a heart-shaped bay on the edge of an ancient lava flow crumbling slowly, minutely, into a pacific ocean.
I like the sound of closing doors.
It's starting to show signs of tolerable weather here in the North. Today I went snowshoeing for the first time.