Shady Canal
Saturday afternoon on a quiet street in the Centrum.
Saturday afternoon on a quiet street in the Centrum.
At the Rosedale subway station, an empty, salt-covered platform just before midnight in March.
A gorgeous vintage Citroen on the streets of the Jordaan area of Amsterdam.
At an open-air market filled with amazing foods in incredible colours, the result of the farming I’ve been seeing during my two week visit.
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.
At the penultimate show of their tour, Stars going for it in Baltimore.
An almost-empty alley in Beijing’s 798 Art Zone (Dashanzi Art District).
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.
The ever-changing, fascinating facade of the streets of Lima. Shot from the window of a bus on the way to a hospital.
On the beach in Lima, watching surfers navigate the late afternoon swells.
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.
A solitary settlement amidst the low dunes of the Gobi Desert, just outside Dalanzadgad, Mongolia. All the essentials (left to right): mean guard dog (who chased our Hummer), ger, motorbike, truck, another motorbike.
Late afternoon rocks by the church and the main beach promenade.
A hazy, desaturated desert sun in Tycho’s visuals.
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.
The deserted streets of Dalanzadgad. Most of the desert town’s residents were in the nearby stadium celebrating Naadam.