Night Jaunt In Siam

Roundabouts and looking for something strange to do on a muggy Thursday night..

No good movie... oh well.. let's move on then.

this place never gets old! all kinds of Maneki-nekos on display!

And then the imaginary grapes are consumed...

Me with some fizzy drink..

Weights and Measures

It was still pretty early in the day when I got up for a walk, but this rural grandmother and a granddaughter had apparently sold all their wares even by 7am. I haven't seen those kinds of weights and measures since chemistry lab.

I call him the niffy old uncle. He always seemed happy to see me and chat with me even though the language barrier seemed insurmountable save through a friendly smile and endless cups of tea.

Faifo

Fences

Low Tide Bike Ride

Being Pensive

Surf's Up!

For the boy and all those waiting to meet and ride their own wave. 

Early Morning Walk

It was pretty early out and I decided to walk around this village a few miles shy of Mt. Merapi, Indonesia's most active volcano. I was going uphill and this elderly woman was walking down, presumably to make her way to the town market. I saw her already when I looked up and she was walking the steep slope down. I thought she looked quite regal as the early morning sun cast a soft glow on her face. She ambled down in a faded yet still beautiful green floral dress which I imagined shesewed herself when she was younger. We both smiled and called out "Selamat Pagi!" She, on her way down. I, on my way up.

As I turned around to watch her, a tiny vision of my future flashed before me. Someday, I will also be this woman. Out on a beautiful day, on the way for melons or pears or cabbages. My face will be lined with creases from years of laughter and from sorrows overcome. My gait still spry despite the years. I will return to a house, nearly topsy turvy with books and toys and the sound of my children and grandchildren playing and arguing and making up. There will always be a kettle boiling for tea.

I smiled to myself and thought that despite everything, I know I will be alright. I called out goodbye and she waved back and watched me make my way up towards the sun and trees.

Strange Cities:Views From A Hostel Window

The first thing I ever do after getting into any hostel room is open its windows... well, if there'd be any, at all.  Spread out below me would be new territory waiting to be walked in and to get lost in. It could be priceless, downright strange, or I could be staring straight into another wall.

... and much like Forrest Gump's proverbial box of chocolates -- you never know what you're gonna get.

Vientienne, Laos
taken with redscale film 

China

Hanoi, Vietnam
taken with Fisheye 2 on bulb

Northern Thailand
taken with cross processed medium format Fuji Velvia

Lama Island, China

Bangkok, Thailand

Kalankichok, Nepal

Little Girl On An Empty Street

All Cold On The Waterfront

My Life As A Stray Dog

My grandfather once told me that dogs can't see color. I felt kind of sad. I can't imagine not seeing color. Color meant so much life.

So I pretended I was a stray dog and roamed around for a bit.