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At a central intersection in Ulaanbaatar.
Matt Feldman PhotographyInspiring you to get out there, in the distance, and see it for yourself.
Matt Feldman Photography
At a central intersection in Ulaanbaatar.
In the Jaitpoor neighbourhood of south Delhi, a gate and wall to a family’s compound.
In an empty lot near the house of a TB health worker we visited, men gather to play cards and draw an excited crowd.
Amidst the crowds and jockeying for fares outside the Lotus Temple, a rickshaw driver pauses for a photo.
On the streets of Ulaanbaatar.
Returning to the Jasola area after a long day of shooting in the Jaitpoor neighbourhood, the taxi is crossing under the highway that rings New Delhi.
In the heat. In the sun. In the rain. They’re pedaling. Like so many I’ve seen this week, their jobs seem brutal. With fares determined by both subjective (how hard they tried to deliver their customers) and objective (distance) metrics, it’s not an easy life. Yet they’re crucial to transporting this city’s people. This is one of the drivers from our shoot this morning.
Amidst oppressive heat and poverty, some amazing stories of heroic work by healthcare workers in the Jaitpur area of Delhi. While the film team was doing their thing, I watched…
As we were filming in a nearby health clinic, this woman stood by just watching. Our crew attracted quite a crowd, but she stood back. In the noise and chaos, attention and trouble that a film team brings to an extremely poor slum area of southwest Delhi, something about her look was very different. I asked for her photo and she just nodded.
From the overpass at the Jasola Metro station, on the walk back to my hotel.
For sale in an underpass tunnels on Peace Avenue in Ulaanbaatar. Taken just a few feet from Tunnel Steps.
Seoul Street is so clogged with insane traffic that crossing sides requires underground tunnels.
At an intersection in central Ulaanbaatar, on the way to a hospital for an interview.
Ever-present construction in Mongolia. The joke is similar to Canada’s: there are two seasons here — winter and construction.
A wider shot of the house from Wall and Door.
On the High Line Park.
As the cold and snow recedes for the year, a look back to an evening glimpse outside Archives station.
At the Owen Sound grain terminal.
Out the window on the way to La Jolla.
Looking west on a cold, wet morning.
Were the icons atop the church inspiration for Rodin, just a few blocks away?
Waiting for a Manhattan-bound N train at Astoria Blvd and 31st Street on a cold afternoon.
Inside the legendary Mabu Vinyl, with Rodriguez shirts on the far wall.
An afternoon walk through Lilongwe’s central market.
A street in the shadow of the mountains.
Near the Ministry of Health.
Mabu Vinyl, the Cape Town record shop at the center of the Rodriguez universe.
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