WHEN I WOULD THINK, WELL THIS IS WHAT I’VE COME TO SEE AND THE PHYSICAL AND AT TIMES THE PSYCHOLOGICAL DEMANDS OF TRAVEL TO GET HERE HAVE BEEN MORE THAN WORTH IT.
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When I think of the places I’ve been, I think not of the places I’ve seen, but of the colors of those places preserved in my photographs. BLUE: A storm over the great lagoon of Rangiroa in the Tuamotu Archipelago. RED: A man and his car in … Continue reading
EXCERPT FROM : TRAVELS WITH MY HAT in Karachi I was booked on a morning flight to Gwadar, … Continue reading