Chinatown Crosswalk
On location in New York City’s Chinatown, shooting with the TB Unmasked team. Great sights and sounds and a fantastic lunch just steps from where this was taken.
On location in New York City’s Chinatown, shooting with the TB Unmasked team. Great sights and sounds and a fantastic lunch just steps from where this was taken.
Amidst the continuous flow of trains, people and cargo (living and otherwise) in and out of the New Delhi Railway Station, some trains fill and wait. And wait.
From a cold night in Toronto, walking around the system and ending up in my old neighbourhood at Finch station. This shot is also my first post to Instagram. You can find me at GetInTheDistance.
I smelled it from a hundred feet away. A tiny bakery on the main street of Byimana, a village in the Southern Province of Rwanda.
Some of the bystanders during a visit to a women’s farming cooperative in western Rwanda.
An elderly couple out for a stroll, headed uphill just one block from the sea.
The man, the apparition, the legend, the singer, the songwriter, the Detroit day labourer, the artist long thought to be dead, the alive and the incredible Sixto Diaz Rodriguez.
On the front lines of tuberculosis, healthcare workers have varying degrees of personal protective equipment. Around the world, N95 respirators (masks) are becoming more common amongst staff, but still not nearly ubiquitous.
Quietness amidst the chaos of the endless traffic jams of Lima.
Against the wall of the church by the sea, men gather in the fading light of dusk to laugh and joke and strike a pose.
Tycho live at New York’s Terminal 5, on his Awake tour.
One of the many vendors in Beijing’s Summer Palace, selling art with traditional Chinese characters. Calendars, posters, maps, portraits, idioms — all created while you wait.
A stroll along the nearly-deserted streets of the village of Isona.
On the eve of new Stars shows, a look back at their previous tour. I can count on one hand the artists who can hold my attention for nearly 15 years, but Stars are amongst a rare few that continue to captivate me. Great performers, great music, great people. Looking forward to another great night.
Out the window of the car near Jurong, China.
At a small store beside the lake of Beijing’s Summer Palace, a couple of opposites.
A girl walks along the tracks in Beijing’s 798 Art Zone – an entire district of former factories and industrial spaces now used for galleries and cafes.
As the remaining minutes of the afternoon were overtaken by a clear night sky in Beijing, the swirling mass of people buying tickets never stopped. Hundreds, thousands streaming by. Except for one man on his phone.
One of a constant stream of fully-packed trains departing New Delhi.
In an economically disadvantaged neighbourhood of New Delhi, a film crew draws an interested crowd.