Underpass
Crossing from Ulaanbaatar’s main platform to a second set of tracks as a huge train approaches departure time.
Crossing from Ulaanbaatar’s main platform to a second set of tracks as a huge train approaches departure time.
Looking in the window of a New York City hair salon.
Looking for spare coins in the afternoon sun on a New Delhi bridge.
At a central intersection in Ulaanbaatar.
During a visit to a dairy farm in the Tov province of Mongolia, northwest of Ulaanbataar.
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.
Amidst the crowds and jockeying for fares outside the Lotus Temple, a rickshaw driver pauses for a photo.
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 this labourer haul huge sacks of rice to a shop across from a patient’s house.
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.
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.
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.
Waiting for a Manhattan-bound N train at Astoria Blvd and 31st Street on a cold afternoon.
In the gate area as an Asia-bound airplane prepares for departure.
Emily Kinney live at Rockwood Music Hall. I don’t know what her percussionist was playing, except to call it a box, but it was a good sound and a good show.
During my visit to a rural village with UNICEF, described in my story of the School Under the Tree.
A street in the shadow of the mountains.