Ulaanbaatar — After months of being teased by the tent master with invitations to set up Waldo the circus tent (while I was stuck in the desert), I finally got the chance at an end of summer party thrown by a frien...
Dalanzadgad — The hub of “hang out” in this small city is the stadium, and outside is the most magnificent statue I’ve seen in this country: five bronze horses, ready to scatter in five directions. Each is differe...
Dalanzadgad — I’m still reflecting on a weekend when I became a little more complete. In the mountains outside Dalanzadgad, I observed an entire goat being taken apart, put back together, and consumed by a dozen or...
Grey? Gray? I love it either way.
This morning I woke up to cheering outside my home. Apparently the New York City marathon passes right by, and there is a Gatorade stand on my block.
One with the steppe.
All the Pretty Little Horses
Little wisdom tooth was overjoyed; karma-points had apparently been traded for him not to be forcefully evicted from his home.
Five Sepia Horses
Carrion, carry on.