Naked by Choice: Owning the Bushmen Myth

Naked by Choice: Owning the Bushmen Myth

We marched for hours through the high grass and endless scrub of the central Kalahari. The “Old Man,” as he is known in the village, stopped only briefly to examine a small dent in the sandy soil or inspect the trace of a passing animal. He moved gracefully over the inhospitable land with a confidence that comes from centuries of accumulated knowledge. We followed at a distance as he scanned ...read the full story

Pushkar: Gypsies, Gods & Dromedaries

Pushkar: Gypsies, Gods & Dromedaries

I hopped off my camel cart on the outskirts of the fairground, opting instead to walk the sandy corridors between tents and animals where thousands of India’s desert nomads were welcoming a new day. From a distance, it looked like a Rajput-era military encampment with hundreds of tents erected in endless rows. The movement of animals, carts and countless people dressed in traditional tribal colors created a bustle of activity. ...read the full story

Kashgar: Behind the Façade

Kashgar: Behind the Façade

The sweet smoky odor of grilled mutton and cumin saturated the surprisingly cool summer breeze as I walked along Aizirete Lu near the famous Yengi Bazaar in the ancient city of Kashgar. The crowded streets were lined as far as my eyes could see with brightly colored umbrellas shading large bags of spices, carts filled with fresh fruit, and butchered meat hanging precariously above crude scales on fragile makeshift tables. ...read the full story

The Sacred City of Shiva

The Sacred City of Shiva

It was only my first full day in India but I was already beginning to appreciate the beauty and rhythm nestled amidst the seeming chaos that surrounded me. As the last bit of daylight surrendered to eerie pockets of neon illumination, I mounted a cycle-rickshaw near my hotel and was quickly swept through a narrow meandering maze of tiny alleyways. Cars, rickshaws, scooters, bicycles, pedestrians, and sacred cows all competed ...read the full story

The Lure of Tibet

The Lure of Tibet

For years I longed to visit Tibet. Maybe it was a fascination inspired by romantic movies or the powerful lure of a distant land of myth and legend that few western travelers have ever seen, but I could barely contain my joy as I crowded at a portal window to steal a momentary glimpse of a magical snow-capped mountain as we made our descent into Gongkar Airport. I was traveling alone ...read the full story

Pushkar Gypsy Girl

Pushkar Gypsy Girl

From a distance, the hundreds of tents in endless rows on the outskirts of Pushkar looked like the military encampment of a besieging army. I hoped off my camel cart to walk the sandy corridors between tents where thousands of desert nomads, were welcoming a new day. The barren dunes were coming to life with the traders, gypsies and pilgrims who descend on this sleepy lakeside city every year from ...read the full story

A Hill Tribe Spectacle

A Hill Tribe Spectacle

As human beings we are both repelled and inextricably attracted to the unfamiliar, the strange, and the seemingly incomprehensible. Like so many visitors to Thailand, I too felt drawn to visit the long neck women of the northern hill tribes, knowing full well that the images I captured might perpetuate the stereotypes and devalue the very culture that fascinated me. The story, however, is more complicated than that. I have been ...read the full story

Namaste

Namaste

At the edge of the village Ghandruk in the Middle Hills of Nepal, our trail crossed in front of a small house with a crude stone porch. A young girl was waving as she enthusiastically hopped down the stairs and started running towards us. She stopped abruptly in front of me at what must have felt like a safe distance. For a brief moment we just looked at each other, neither ...read the full story

A Holy Day in Xinjiang

A Holy Day in Xinjiang

Just hours after arriving in the ancient city of Kashgar, via a late-night plane out of Urumqi, I was amidst throngs of worshipers outside Id Kah Mosque in the predawn darkness. Romantic images of remote oases, exotic bazaars and camel caravans laden with precious stones, spices and shimmering silks crossing the vast unforgiving desert flickered in and out of my conscious­ness as I wandered alone in front of the historic yellow-tiled mosque. I was ...read the full story

It’s a Complicated Story

It’s a Complicated Story

I began working slowly and awkwardly with the market already established for my viewing. Many women remembered me from my previous visit to their remote Samburu village. Through my guide Peter Muruthi Muigai we shared some stories, some laughs, and I was given a new name that reflected my particular aesthetic since I started shaving my head. “Bwana Kihara,” they called me, the man with no hair. It was quite ...read the full story

An Island Princess

An Island Princess

After crossing the Golfo de Nicoya, our kayaks slipped quietly through the smooth waters surrounded by mangrove swamps on the Island of Chira. There are several islands in the gulf, which are the result of a submerged fault that collapsed and left only the tops of what were once low hills of a fertile valley. Chira is the largest and the only island with an infrastructure and growing population. According to ...read the full story

A Kolkata Blessing

A Kolkata Blessing

On my first visit to India I had the opportunity to walk the streets of Kolkata almost exactly 10 years after the death of Mother Teresa. The narrow lanes in the northern part of city are hot, dirty, and filled with streaming crowds of people, rickshaws, and animals. Formally known as Calcutta, the city is the third most populated metropolitan area in India. For nearly 50 years Mother Teresa devoted herself ...read the full story

A New Friend in Kenya

A New Friend in Kenya

When we, as tourists, enter a remote Samburu village or a Maasai manyatta, everything changes.  The young children are frightened by our presence and confused by our cameras. A group of children who are playing, as any group of young children might play anywhere in the world, suddenly stop. The markets are erected and children taken to their huts or guarded from our interaction. This was not the reality I ...read the full story

A Gift From Innocent Eyes

A Gift From Innocent Eyes

In 1997, I went on assignment in Bahia, Brazil to photograph several cigar manufacturing facilities. I also had the opportunity to wander through a few small towns and villages as we traveled between locations. This was my first experience in a foreign and unfamiliar country, and it was intimidating. In one small town, a young girl caught my attention at the same moment she noticed me. She stopped a short distance ...read the full story