Birds, insects, people on the street, and... a bunch of fish.

In September 2025, I was in Arusha, Tanzania, volunteering with a charity to help vaccinate dogs against rabies. I’ve done several of these projects — in India, Ghana, and elsewhere — but I’m always drawn back to Tanzania. The streets in the villages are filled with color and texture, and the people – the children in particular – are endlessly photogenic. Although I consider myself a street photographer, in Africa I find myself making more portraits than I do elsewhere. A few

Nice to be fully back on this side of the Atlantic.

Two stars, and that's being generous.

And just like that, my time in Amsterdam has come to an end :(

Nine visits and counting. Why I keep going to Puerto Vallarta.

Martin Parr's wonderfully peculiar world comes to Amsterdam

Impressively articulate and pretty fascinating, I must admit.

Same quirky stuff, different continent.

August 5, 1977 - A 17-year old kid and his high school friends, with the prog faithful My actual ticket stub. Some concerts stay vivid forever. Others fade away, leaving only a handful of scattered impressions – a single song, a cheering crowd, the moment the lights went down. My memory of seeing Yes 49 years ago at Madison Square Garden on August 5 th , 1977 falls somewhere in between. Fourteen months earlier I had seen them at Roosevelt Stadium in Jersey City, a show tha

Finally settling into Amsterdam.

A charming book of short, sweet stories that bonded me even further to the city I love.

Peru was a tough act to follow.

New friends, shared purpose.

Shade, dust, and steady progress.

A great premise, but unrealistic dialog prevents it from becoming the novel it wanted to be.

A city of extraordinary light and shadow.

One neighborhood at a time.

Vaccinating dogs in the middle of nowhere.

The campaign begins.