A small set of photographs from Kailua on Oahu’s Windward Coast. Warning: lots of beach snapshots to follow!
Photographs from two days in Macau.
Images from the past several days on Hong Kong Island, from Sheung Wan to Victoria Peak.
I was drawn to Valletta’s most accessible bits: sloping streets, bright doors, old letterboxes, and red pillar boxes.
When I travel, I confront my past selves: the curious and idealistic, the wistful and unhappy versions of me.
The street colors of Vittoriosa, an old fortified city in Malta.
Some snapshots from the old town of Valletta, Malta.
I love this part of Northern California, from the Mendocino coast to Anderson Valley: a more remote, untamed version of Sonoma County. We’re now considering the area for our future tiny house location.
This weekend, we explored the Point Reyes peninsula, about thirty miles northwest of San Francisco — paddling in bioluminescent Tomales Bay, eating oysters in Marshall, and wandering in Point Reyes Station.
If art is trash, then what is street art? I’ve found that the art on the street is charged, all over the world. Not necessarily politically, though often so, but with emotion. Or hope. And despair. And sometimes, the most mundane piece of street art — that bit of color splattered on the corner in an alley — can offer an unexpected moment of light.