One small black dot totally transformed this poster. I don’t know about you, but these small “adjustments” always make me smile when I see them on the streets.
Is this vandalism? No way. It is beauty.

March 2008
Taba, Egypt

Like a master strategist, the commander surveys the sea at his feet: how far away are those ships from shore,  how many people are swimming below,  how long will that camel sit on the beach today?

As the day starts to get away from him, the situation must be assessed before the dire dusk disposes of the sun. The ship, the swim, the camel. Ship, swim, camel. Ship- ah hell with it. It’s time for another drink.

August 2008
Tortosa, Spain

From the parador standing above all, it’s hard to miss the flattened work that is Jesus’s church in progress – in progress for 760 years.

Like a rhino without its horn, the cathedral stands with no spires, no statues, no pinnacles to cover the bare buttresses. Is it a church if it doesn’t look like a church?

As mother always used to say, it’s what’s inside that counts.

March 2008
Jerusalem, Israel

On an oppressively hot day, amongst the crowds that flock to Old Jerusalem on the day before Easter, one can still find a place to call one’s own.

While the maddening crowds practically fight to see the relics of their savior’s last days on Earth, this man has found his place in the shade, a place to reflect, a place close to a TV signal.

December 2008
Dublin, Ireland

What I love about photography is the moment when you ask yourself, “Did that really happen?”

Is this reality that I see within this rectangle or did Photoshop look through my photos when I wasn’t looking? Could this improbable scene be something that happens every day – it’s just the tourist that makes a big deal of it?

As my little friend looks out over the sea below, why does it see? An endless blue, the rocks beneath, the people milling about? Or does it sigh with the realization that it has a really long way to fly to get anywhere else?