I’ve been doing travel photography since I was 13 years old on a school exchange to Japan. Back then, I used one of those bright yellow disposable Kodak cameras and a curious eye to capture the world. I still remember...Read More...
She wakes from her afternoon nap with the soft orange shine baking her stoic face. Like a wounded soldier she seems to have to press all her strength to the floor to stand up. She cranks her neck and yawns...Read More...
Heavy mist dusts the air across the old colonial bridge downwind from the famed Victoria Falls. Joining Zambia to Zimbabwe, the bridge is more than just a border, it’s the scene of screams. At the midpoint of the bridge, a...Read More...
This is a continuation of the story from yesterday. Read this article first. Pastel blue walls surround me as does a combined congregation of people in white shirts, random children and an authority figure of some sort. My arm is...Read More...