Essays

Ukraine | The Village Widow

[et_pb_section admin_label="section"] [et_pb_row admin_label="row"] [et_pb_column type="4_4"][et_pb_text admin_label="Text"] I met this widow in a Ukrainian village. She was terrifically strong. Physically,…

4 years ago

Taking a Shit in the Sahara, Thinking About God

I spent the night with a Berber family in their tent in the western edge of the Sahara. There as…

4 years ago

Tondo, Manila | Why I Shoot in Slums

When I travel, I am drawn to the poor areas, those people on the fringe, the disenfranchised. And beautiful women.…

4 years ago

Varanasi | Winter Solstice Reflection

  Today is the first day of winter. I have waited for this moment all my life. The Buddhists tell…

4 years ago

St. Petersburg | The Moon Faced Girl

Standing on a corner in St. Petersburg, cooling off, waiting for my taxi to arrive The two models I had…

5 years ago

Waning Gibbous in Belgrade

Doing work tonight on the laptop in my hotel room in the Dorćol neighborhood of Belgrade. I can see the…

5 years ago

Where the Day Takes You

You cannot plan magic. There is a healthy amount of crap in this world, a constant churning of bitterness and…

5 years ago

Give Me Some Light and Someone Lovely

Give me some light and someone lovely. I have no interest in making someone look attractive. Hot. Beautiful. Not even…

5 years ago

Tokyo | Night & the Hunter’s Moon

I was on my own as always one evening in Tokyo. There are those moments sometimes when I wander where…

5 years ago

If My Only Destination Is Here

There are moments where I get confused and am no longer sure where I am. I might be asleep. I…

5 years ago