Somewhere down the crazy river…

Yeah, I can see it now The distant red neon shivered in the heat I was feeling like a stranger in a strange land You know where people play games with the night God, it was too hot to sleep…. – Robbie Robertson, Somewhere Down The Crazy River Singapore. Home to eternally anxious masses, the…More

Time and tide, Tangier

September 2013 In Switzerland, they have watches. In Morocco, we have time. They, and by extension, we, had time in Morocco. This is a place that where frequent periods of lengthy rumination have intrinsic value. The bustle, while ever present, never intrudes. There is time to read and write and sit and stare, watch the world…More

Ten

…the number of months of gypsy-jangling, not the Pearl Jam album. Every month i survive on the road, intact and sometimes even flourishing (to ongoing amazement), I come back to this sign. This was painted inside the bus stop near my eldest sister’s home in Washington state, where I spent the first three weeks of…More

Wonderful Copenhagen: On Impossible Things

“Wonderful wonderful Copenhagen!” was the refrain that greeted me over the phone line, every time my Dad was reminded it was where I was heading in July for another, extended Mad and Magic Raving reunion. It turns out that centuries ago, Dad had a pen pal from Copenhagen, and it’s been a European city that…More

Friday Noir: Through The Long Night

Originally posted on JerseyStyle Photography:
He stepped out of the dark and into the shadows. The relentlessness of the rain finally tapered, then ended. Gray light filtered through. An upturned collar against the chill. It’s all down the straight line now, she had said. Gotta keep movin’, he had said. ‘Cause then they can’t catch…

The Streets of Washington DC

I have a funny relationship with cities. I was born, raised, and have lived all my life in cities. I find them visually intriguing for their grit, geometry, tightly packed chaos and human contradiction. But I also associate them with a certain kind of perspective on life that drives me up the wall, and makes me…More

Sub Seattle

. Wandering with photographers in their home towns, getting unique insight into their perspectives about the places that they live, is something I’ve always appreciated and hope to continue doing all throughout my wanderings. Seattle isn’t strictly Jacob Lucas‘ home town – small world that it is, he’s actually from Perth – but he’s lived there long…More

Seattle Central Library

I didn’t count on doing any nightwalking while I was in the USA in January, as I wasn’t sure how well I’d handle the cold.More