Hong kong — Downtown, there are beautifully dressed china dolls. They take selfies at cafes, before sending a text message or checking in on Facebook, before jotting things in slim pocket calendars, before puttin...
Singapore — I was in an air-conditioned taxi talking to a colleague and only dimly aware of where we were. Suddenly I knew we were close to where I was going to get out and could easily walk whereas the driver wo...
Ubud — The film, Jalanan (“Streetwise”) had won best documentary at the Bussan Film Festival. I thought perhaps 1000 people watched the film but the Jakarta Globe later said the audience had 4000 people. The...
I have no preconceived idea of Milan, except for some B&W industrial images by Gabriele Basilico.
Shifting Possessions: Moving Along
Lime juice, kopi c ... Towards the end of a bike ride on Singapore's roads and nascent bike paths.
I realize that in only a few minutes I can be gone to another time, another land, another place.
Two brief impressions of Hong Kong. People dress very well and wear suits, even to Royal Geographic Society explorers' talks.
Friendly hybrid buffet/dim sum-esque circulating waiters w chai and other Indian snacks breakfast. Distracting large screen tv with CNN.
Mumbai Pre-cog: How does one preceive a place before one has visited? Darkened alley with a young bright eyed sari clad woman staring at me, Steve McCurry photo like?
Post Day 1 Street Photography workshop thinking about assignment for tomorrow: take two hours at a corner and document.
The parrot is choosing my future for the Indian fortune tellers to read to me.
I made what I realized was a useful mistake risking jamming the expensive printer with double-sided newsprint images of Istanbul.
One of the simple pleasures is a stroll from Raffles Hotel to have a beer outside at Funan.
No surprise since Shinkansen's run on time for 30yrs; but still marvel at automated beer pouring machine in JAL lounge.
Pico Iyer talked last year at the Singapore Writers Festival about how one could have travel experiences even within one's own city simply by going to a new neighborhood.
Just back from Ubud Writers Festival. Brilliant indie documentary about three Jakarta street musicians, projected on an open air screen. After the heartfelt standing ovation the Canadian Director came on stage.
Eking out a breezy place to have a Belgium Kwak beer (first try) and thin crust pizza.
Very Bali morning sounds. Gamelon practise, sweeping, rooster, fan, shiny wide worn floors, breeze through white cloth drapes. Lu still sleeping.
I am anything but methodical and so it was of course a jumble trying to catch the sunrise on the Gardens by the Bay.
After monsoon rain through night, people queuing for start of 10k run.
National Library, Singapore. I like the airy outdoor courtyard, that is surprisingly frequently whipped by refreshing breezes, and the feeling of space and quiet in the firth floor study.
From my daughters school bulletin: Monkeys at both campuses ...
Using google maps; reading Basho's travel journals/haikus (bought at Kinokunia; one of the great bookstores) while riding the double deck on a Singapore bus.
Dew on cottage lawn; morning fog walling in part of coast so sea gently meets sky. . Dawn yielding to day.
A moments decompression after flying to Halifax. Drinking Tim's. Watching people. Blue sky day. Cars.
Queen & Bay: old and new City Hall. Tourists. Cops on bikes. Rain. Starbucks manages a strong coffee and wifi.
Bloor West between Spadina and Bathurst is eclectic chaotic and relaxed.
Inbound Singapore via Taipei, the path took us over sea filled with fragments of ice.