Tug and Conveyers
A constellation of equipment for cargo handling, on the tarmac at SVO’s Terminal E.
Matt Feldman PhotographyInspiring you to get out there, in the distance, and see it for yourself.
Matt Feldman Photography
A constellation of equipment for cargo handling, on the tarmac at SVO’s Terminal E.
At one of the cafes in Terminal D, looking across to Terminal F.
In an empty lot near the house of a TB health worker we visited, men gather to play cards and draw an excited crowd.
On the platforms of the New Delhi train station, all kinds of things are on carts awaiting the constant flow of trains. Sacks of rice. Cartons of eggs. Bottled water. It’s all ported by hand in and out of the storage compartments at the terminal ends of each train. This cart had just been loaded from a recent arrival and was being secured.
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.
Some of the nearly-infinite symmetry of the high-rise apartment buildings of Ulaanbaatar.
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.
City traffic.
Ever-present construction in Mongolia. The joke is similar to Canada’s: there are two seasons here — winter and construction.
I’ve posted a shot of this gate before. It’s at the midpoint of Detroit’s McNamara Terminal: the main security checkpoint, where the train boards, where the tunnel leads to another terminal, where walkways begin. Where all the action is. So Delta makes a bit of a show here.
I don’t know when they disappeared, exactly. I suppose it’s been a few years. But from my earliest memories of flying, a clear standout wasn’t the sharp acceleration of takeoff, the strangely clogged and popping ears, or emerging into a gleaming orange sunset after climbing above dense clouds. It came via the speaker system.
On the way to one of the more unusual destinations on my trip, I took this shot out the open window of my sleeper car just after sunrise. The moon still high. The light still cool. Rumbling toward Belgrade, 10 years ago today.
On the 70th anniversary of the Allied invasion of Normandy, a shot from June 6, 2012. Major Henry “Duke” Boswell at the La Fiere Causeway. After first seeing combat in Italy, Boswell parachuted into Ste. Mere Eglise, the first town to be liberated in the campaign. He would later fight in Holland and Belgium, where Operation Market Garden and the Battle of the Bulge, respectively, were critical points in the war. By 1945, of the original 146 men in Boswell’s G-Company, only 13 remained alive and uninjured.
Looking up toward a westbound afternoon train.
Evening trains at Gare du Nord, as listed on the Departures board.
At this year’s celebration, a great day on the Mall.
A wider shot of the house from Wall and Door.
Thinking of Spring and the flowers for sale along Rue Mouffetard.
The Cité station, in the center of Paris, isn’t the last stop on the Metro’s Line 4. But after one year of daily photo posts, this shot is the end of the line for my yearlong project. 365 posts ago, I set out to try something different.
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