
Flowers at street level.
A person wearing a conical hat peers over a large bundle of white flowers on a busy street.
People, streets, places, and the small moments that made me raise the camera.
Organized enough to find. Loose enough to wander.
A person wearing a conical hat peers over a large bundle of white flowers on a busy street.

Several adults and children ride together on a scooter past colorful storefronts.

Johnny smiles in a red shirt and backward cap at a restaurant table in Hanoi, with a bowl in front of him.

A traveler with a backpack stands in front of a large columned stone monument, with other visitors crossing the plaza.

Bowls of rice, vegetables, red chilies and a sauced dish are arranged on a metal table.

This is one of my favorite photographs I’ve taken. This woman was working in the fields in Tam Coc. My friend Jen went over and gave her a little bracelet, and I caught the smile on her face.

A person in a blue shirt and conical hat rides a bicycle away along a gravel path surrounded by greenery.

Two men wearing white hats sit beside a red-and-white wall, seen through a dark foreground frame.

Pedestrians and a cyclist on a colorful street, with a snow-covered mountain in the distance.

A worker stands high on a ladder against an ochre building while another person waits below.

A quiet street lined with colorful low buildings leads toward a green hill beneath a bright sky.

A dark doorway outlined with warm string lights reveals a room glowing green and blue.

A glowing red guitar and Ernest Tubb Record Shop sign hang above a busy street at night.

Bright street signs and warm interior lights overlap in a layered nighttime reflection.

Six people in straw hats and colorful neckerchiefs stand together beside a pale stone wall.

People in straw hats celebrate in a crowded street, with outstretched arms and pale haze in the background.

Straw hats, white shirts, and a drum that won’t hold still.

Ribbons in motion. Sandals on stone.

Outstretched arms, straw hats, and a crowd in motion.

Three figures, a green doorway, and all that red.

Stilt walkers, carved stone, and a very long way down.

Red, black, ochre. A whole scene in motion.

A small adjustment. A quieter piece of the story.
The hill town that turned into a much longer story.
Arizona. A road, a little distance, and a reason to stop.
Oaxaca. Something good, eaten slowly.