Through My Lens: "Diluvium"

Where am I, and where have I been? As is usual, I am out and about seeing exhibitions, discovering new products, traveling, and photographing. Yes, thousands of pictures! I am up to date with categorizing my images, coordinating my notes, and organizing my projects. Prioritizing my personal and professional schedule is in order. I even stay

Exploring a return to 'Self'

Familiar with Marina Abramović's work and method, I am not taken aback when a woman dressed in black silently instructs me to leave my belongings in a locker. As I turn around, without warning, she places noise-cancelling headphones over my ears. Sliding back the thick black curtain she gracefully leads me to the next room. From my

Life on the tracks

Can one live closer to a railroad track than on Hanoi Train Street? The train zooms by and is part of daily life for those living on this street. I arrive early in the morning to observe the "life on the tracks." I walk up and down the street peeking into doorways often met with sheepish smiles or blank stares. I know I am invading their privacy, and am uncomfortable

Following dirt roads

Arriving in Na Sai in Li, Lamphun, Thailand, I discover Baan Phra Bat Huai Tom, a small and quiet Karen (Paka-Kyaw) hill tribe village consisting of only forty homes. I enter a world of a people who embrace tranquility and solitude. I see scattered thatched-roof homes and very few people. I am definitely the only visitor and appreciate the early morning

As I leave the store, I notice a petite woman wearing a large wide brim crimson hat gracefully weaving between the cars. Suddenly she is standing in front of me pointing her gnarly fingers in my face as she speaks frantically. I silently agree to be her sole audience and attempt to make sense of her colourful, directionless monologue.

Leaving behind all expectations, I enter the intimate gallery at Chiang Mai University with an open mind eager to view the fifth year students' works. Immediately I notice the pale rose petals sprinkling the floor. Are they part of the exhibition or left over from the opening party the night before? In either case, I appreciate the added memorable touch.

"There's So, So Much To Read."

How true, how true, Dr. Seuss! The flood of material to read and view is astounding - and growing at an alarming rate. I take advantage of random moments throughout the day to catch up, but so much remains waiting for my eyes and time. Here are a few compelling stories, videos, and photo essays I found worthwhile. Hope you do, too.

Puppy play time - then business  

His shop is closed. His phones and email are disconnected. Are the rumors true? Could it be Mr. L no longer lives in Jakarta? Did he return to his home in Sumatra? The outcome looks bleak. Refusing to give up my search, I hire a car to take us to his former warehouse and workshop. Asep and his friend, Joni, remember how to get there. We drive for more than two