At the Phnom Penh airport, before stepping out into the staggering heat, I exchanged a few American dollars for Cambodian riels. An oddity of Cambodia is it uses two different currencies, American dollars for most purchases and Cambodian riels for small… Read More ›
After a few sips of iced latte a women’s voice asked, “Where are you from?” Cocking my head toward the sound I noticed bare brown shoulders against a thin white top that started half way down her cleavage and… Read More ›
The rusty kickstand gave a metallic squeal as I flicked it toward the ground with my right foot. Lifting the daypack I noticed the wire basket had chewed a thumb size hole through the packs thin skin. The two… Read More ›
Here’s a few photos I collected in Thailand that I hope depict a side of life there. Hammering out alms bowls for the monks. Restocking can be tougher than you think. Thai boxing or Muay Thai is… Read More ›
It’s true. I fell for the old man/tuk-tuk/tailor shop scam on my third day in Bangkok. And it was so enjoyable I was reluctant to draw it to a close. I was taking street photos when an old gentleman, who… Read More ›
A tuk tuk driver hiding from the Bangkok sun. So why would anyone fly from America to Bangkok, Thailand with the country’s hottest month of the year, April, fast approaching? To steal a sarcastic line from Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca,… Read More ›
Looking across from Hong Kong toward Kowloon. I’m on the road again so I decided to bring my blog back to life but I didn’t expect my arrival in Hong Kong to be so emotional. I concluded my fifteen hour… Read More ›
The fields were painted red and yellow with tulips and daffodils, the backdrop was the snow capped peaks of the Cascade Mountains and the bicycle riders in their tweed hats, coats and skirts added an air of sophistication to… Read More ›
The other day I was driving through Skagit County, Washington, about thirty minutes south of our home when I came upon several bald eagles, thirty to forty. It was like being in Alaska. Most were standing around in the center… Read More ›
It’s Christmas Eve and I’m looking up at a pine covered hilltop draped in mist, “The Funeral” by Band of Horses is playing overhead and the hiss of milk being steamed bounces off the rustic wood and stone surfaces that surround… Read More ›
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