Shafia
Driftwood, scarred from fire. Beached. A wandering soul, tucked in the sand. Nearby. Fiery hair gently clinging to the grain of the wood.
Driftwood, scarred from fire. Beached. A wandering soul, tucked in the sand. Nearby. Fiery hair gently clinging to the grain of the wood.
The address of the bus company in New York City Chinatown that was to take us to Washington, D.C. turned out to be a small cafe. The guy inside was very cheerful but didn’t speak any English and had no clue what we were looking for. We came to Chinatown by 10 pm on Monday, January 19, about an hour before the bus was scheduled
The Obama Inauguration: The People Read
It’s less than a month until first multi-level cruise ships cast their shadow over downtown Juneau, overpowering with their massiveness most of the waterfront. Their guts will start spewing thousands of tourists onto South Franklin Street, letting them be on dry land just long enough to keep them motivated to spend money in Chinese-made trinket shops along South Franklin or on pre-packaged excursions of a
If It’s A Tourist Season, Why Can’t We Shoot Them? Read
The Wearable Art this year in my town of Juneau, Alaska was a splendid showcase of glamour and creativity. With a change to two shows this year, a larger audience had a chance to appreciate the imagination of the modeled wearable art and architectural skill for the backdrop that set the mood for the entire event. The talent to design and the skill to build the
Last summer I visited my folks back in New York City. My sister just had a baby, so I setup a quick “studio” in her then-spare bedroom for a photo shoot of her, my brother-in-law and their new boy. The room walls were painted in light blue color, which was also the color of the window drapes. This gave me a nice background to work