• Attenzione

    Not the typical postcard from Venice. It was my third visit to the city, but my first trip to the island of Murano, famous for its glass artists. And on a cold December morning, it was quite different from my previous summer experience. The fog meant that water taxis were only doing nonstop trips — a 25 minute ride from outside the Santa Lucia train station. I stood on the stairs at the right side of the boat, gloves and hat pulled tight, taking in the bleak mood. Pulling out of the canal and into the open water as we headed north, these were the briccole, the wooden poles marking shallower water along the north side of Venice, near Baia del re.

  • Lotus Temple Driver

    Amidst the crowds and jockeying for fares outside the Lotus Temple, a rickshaw driver pauses for a photo.

  • At the End of the Tunnel

    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.

  • Up 10th

    On the High Line Park.

  • Oh Yes, It Will Save Many Lives

    It is warm. For the first time since my departure from Baltimore, many hours and 15,994 km of flying prior, I notice the air temperature. It is distinctly un-planelike. And humid. I have arrived in the terminal of Lilongwe’s airport and am staring out the window at the lush green fields reaching to the edge of the parking lot. Taxis and shuttles board their passengers for the half hour trip into the capital city. Rather than heading to the city, I wait for my backpack, naively hoping that the South African Airways staff will somehow discover it in the empty plane and bring it to me. When they finally tell me the bag is still in Johannesburg, I find a taxi and set out for my hotel.