Life in the street is a theater happening all the time, constantly changing and metamorphosing that I feel compelled to be out there capturing as many moments as I can. Every image I capture makes me think that had a slept longer it would never have been captured. I imagine this must be every street photographer’s dilemma.
Day 94 of 365~
Early morning in Paris.
When you do a lot of street photography you find yourself constantly chasing shadows, becoming an expert on light, time of day, season and brightness analysis until sometimes you just gasp and jump in the middle of a conversation because you saw a shadow worth capturing. Sometimes it even borders on stalking 😊.
Day 93 of 365~
Image taken in the courtyard of ‘hotel de villé in Paris.
Wishing all who observe the Easter holidays a peaceful weekend with your loved ones!
Day 86 of 365~
Image taken in a small village near Bagan, Myanmar
Somewhere magic lives on~ how can it not?
Day 84 of 365~
Image taken in magical Myanmar
My favorite places to travel and capture images are those where life is still simpler and where basic living is the color of the day. In those places color is celebrated not managed and there is a refreshing freedom of whimsical mix and match.
Day 83 of 365~
Image taken last year in Myanmar
There is a certain mystery and flair that is unique to Asia. It inspires and begs investigating. I created this image by merging these 2 photos: a statue from Angkor Wat in Cambodia and a girl in the rain in Shanghai, China. Their frequencies were similar and I was curious to see if they were complimentary.
Day 79 of 365~
The haunting floating villages of Cambodia, unforgettable, enchanting and beautifully colorful.
Day 77 of 365~
Image taken in Enchanting Cambodia, April, 2010
There is a special line of magic that only reveals itself at the time when the sun rises. Capturing it is a gift from all that makes this planet we fin ourselves on so incredibly beautiful.
Day 71 of 365~
Image taken last year on a sunrise walk in magical Myanmar
In Hongkou, part of the old city of Shanghai, was a set of grey narrow alleys that were a maze of tiny streets containing 2 or 3 story homes stacked side by side in a most claustrophobic manner. Hundreds of tangled electric wires dangled between walls that were decorated with phone numbers advertising services for those who needed them. Water flowed down the streets and bikes and colorful laundry colored the otherwise shabby surroundings. In those sad alleys I met some very happy people. Their smiles instantly appeared when we met and stories were told that I only understood partly because of my poor grasp of Shanghainese but laughter was the largest part of the conversation. I just loved that place and I kept going back again and again to photograph until one day the residents announced that their neighborhood is condemned to demolition like so many other old Shanghai alleys. The last time I visited there were metal foundations of giant about to rise from the stories of these lovely people. I had to fight back tears seeing the ghosts of what used to be there and is no longer…
Day 67 of 365~
Image taken in the old alleys of Hongkou, 2014
When I was a small child, we lived close to a very special monastery. In that monastery was a very magical well that always fascinated the dreamy child in me. We were told that the well was always empty but if you prayed and your prayers were accepted then the water flowed and you could have a drink of holy water. I was in utter awe of seeing my suspended bowl attached to a piece of rope sometimes come up full.
In my travels I saw several cultures revere water in different ways. On this riverbank in Myanmar locals considered this water a miracle cure for their ailments, the river Ganga in India is considered the ultimate destination for Hindu worshippers.
There is so much mystery in something as simple as water. We are 70% mystery ourselves!
Day 64 of 365~
Image taken on the river bank near Bagan, Myanmar