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.
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