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A city shrouded in a tangible haze. A standing conundrum as an unknown megacity and a sprawling frontier town. A place where shiny skyscrapers are built upon the crumbling cliff foundations and the speed of construction often outpaces the word getting out. A place I had never heard of.

  • A Sunny Day in Guanyinqiao
  • Jialing Park and its Oddly Deep Mistranslated Signs
  • New Years Eve in Jiefangbei
  • Coffee at Central Perk
  • People’s Great Hall, People’s Spitting Ground
  • World’s Longest Escalator?



The obscenely-lit international beacon of country the world is watching; the name conjures images of something remote and exotic. Where lore has long since given way to reality, those rare pockets found become all the more treasured.


A most surreal place where anything can happen and nothing follows logic. A crossroads of world culture tucked into a sinking, sweltering swamp. A wacky Wonderland where coexist prismatic monks and lewd ladyboys; lethargic locals and feisty farangs; weary world-farers and innocent initiates; and all those caught between simply passing through.

  • Lessons From My First Night in Bangkok.
  • Waking Up in Bangkok – Part 1
  • Waking Up in Bangkok – Part 2
  • A DMV Abroad: The U.S. Embassy of Bangkok
  • Oh, there’s a red light district around the corner? I probably shouldn’t go there.
  • Getting Tuk-tukked Over on ‘Buddha Day’
  • Back to Bangkok – the American TESOL Institute (ATI)
  • Moving to Work in Thailand
  • First Day of School, Thailand
  • New Year’s Eve in Bangkok
  • 14.02.2012 – Bombings in Bangkok, Life Goes On As Normal
  • Loi Krathong at the Rama VIII Bridge
  • My Morning Commute, Path One
  • My Morning Commute, Path Two
  • Chinese New Year in Bangkok
  • That Time I Got Hit By a Car
  • Khlong Bang Luang:  The Canal-Side Artist Village
  • Applying for a Passport Abroad
  • Fixing a Camera at Pantip Plaza
  • On a Monday



A tiny island in an alcoholic haze most the year. Populated by migratory drunkards seeking work, rich summer colonists, fleeting tourists, and a curious population of Jamaicans. This seasonal island goes from winter wasteland to summer colonial paradise every year, becoming a microcosm of cyclical drama for all those who regularly return.

  • The Straits of Mackinac






A modest city caught between its conservative stagnation and a burgeoning art & culture scene; where a fundamentalist preacher stands down the road from a hula-hooping burlesque dancer. Standing alone between the spheres of Detroit and Chicago, between decay and progress.
The place that I began.

  • The Road Home: Grand Rapids, Michigan
  • Downtown Grand Rapids
  • But Home In Nowhere


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