Hanoi, Vietnam
Flowers at street level.
A person wearing a conical hat peers over a large bundle of white flowers on a busy street.
Life happens somewhere.
A clearer way into the archive: begin with a place, then follow whatever happened there.
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Vietnam
Hanoi streets, meals, movement, and a favorite afternoon in Tam Coc.
Hanoi, Vietnam
A street in motion.
Several adults and children ride together on a scooter past colorful storefronts.
Hanoi, Vietnam
Me in Hanoi.
Johnny smiles in a red shirt and backward cap at a restaurant table in Hanoi, with a bowl in front of him.
Hanoi, Vietnam
A stop along the way.
A traveler with a backpack stands in front of a large columned stone monument, with other visitors crossing the plaza.
Hanoi, Vietnam
What was on the table.
Bowls of rice, vegetables, red chilies and a sauced dish are arranged on a metal table.
Tam Coc, Ninh Binh, Vietnam
A smile in Tam Coc.
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.
Vietnam
Along the gravel path.
A person in a blue shirt and conical hat rides a bicycle away along a gravel path surrounded by greenery.
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Veracruz, Mexico
Color, everyday street life, and a mountain waiting at the end of the road.
Veracruz, Mexico
A pause on the sidewalk.
Two men wearing white hats sit beside a red-and-white wall, seen through a dark foreground frame.
Veracruz, Mexico
A mountain at the end of the street.
Pedestrians and a cyclist on a colorful street, with a snow-covered mountain in the distance.
Veracruz, Mexico
Above the everyday.
A worker stands high on a ladder against an ochre building while another person waits below.
Veracruz, Mexico
The long way down.
A quiet street lined with colorful low buildings leads toward a green hill beneath a bright sky.
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Oaxaca, Mexico
Photographs, prints, traditions, and the small moments between celebrations.
Oaxaca, Mexico
Some places refuse to sit still.
Oaxaca, collected in four photographs and three prints. A little movement left in the frame.
Oaxaca, Mexico
You can almost hear this one.
Straw hats, white shirts, and a drum that won’t hold still.
Oaxaca, Mexico
Follow the feet.
Ribbons in motion. Sandals on stone.
Oaxaca, Mexico
The street becomes the gathering.
Outstretched arms, straw hats, and a crowd in motion.
Oaxaca, Mexico
A quieter kind of procession.
Three figures, a green doorway, and all that red.
Oaxaca, Mexico
A different point of view.
Stilt walkers, carved stone, and a very long way down.
Oaxaca, Mexico
The shape of a dance.
Red, black, ochre. A whole scene in motion.
Oaxaca, Mexico
The moment before.
A small adjustment. A quieter piece of the story.
Oaxaca, Mexico
My photograph. Someone else’s prompt. Who made the art?
Using an Oaxaca photograph, a prompt found on X, and ChatGPT to ask where creative control lives when AI enters the process.
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Oaxaca, Mexico
Lunch was the itinerary.
Oaxaca. Something good, eaten slowly.
Oaxaca, Mexico
A moment together.
Six people in straw hats and colorful neckerchiefs stand together beside a pale stone wall.
Oaxaca, Mexico
The street comes alive.
People in straw hats celebrate in a crowded street, with outstretched arms and pale haze in the background.
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Nashville, Tennessee
Night signs, reflected light, and the overlapping scenes of a city after dark.
Nashville, Tennessee
A little light left on.
A dark doorway outlined with warm string lights reveals a room glowing green and blue.
Nashville, Tennessee
After the sun goes down.
A glowing red guitar and Ernest Tubb Record Shop sign hang above a busy street at night.
Nashville, Tennessee
One window. More than one scene.
Bright street signs and warm interior lights overlap in a layered nighttime reflection.
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Sicily
Villa Vagabunda in Mussomeli and a family connection reaching back to Termini Imerese.
Mussomeli, Sicily
A friend’s home. A family connection.
Villa Vagabunda: a friend’s home in Mussomeli, olive trees, and a connection to my family’s Sicilian roots.
Mussomeli, Sicily
Villa Vagabunda
Helping Jen bring Villa Vagabunda back to life: six days into the work, with a quarter acre of central Sicilian landscape ahead of us.
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Mussomeli, Sicily
A place to begin.
The hill town that turned into a much longer story.
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San Diego, California
Home base for client work, new ideas, and many of the projects gathered here.
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Arizona
Long roads, wide skies, and a reason to keep looking out the window.