The pyramids, the markets, the street scenes, the faces... all amazing.

From New York to the Nile

Same Same, But Different

A week of weirdness

A dog with a pink tail, some grapes, a dramatic sky, and more.

They can be, if you let them. So don't let them.

Birds, buildings, dogs, graffiti and... people stuffing their faces at the San Gennaro festival.

New Yorkers being New Yorkers, plus the 9/11 Tribute in Light.

Cats, dogs, pigeons, shoes. Yes, shoes. Don't ask.

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.

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

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.

Peru was a tough act to follow.

New friends, shared purpose.