It never rains…

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This is our last day in Colombo, and the weather gods are unhappy. It’s been pouring over the couple of days, owing an atmospheric disturbance off the western coast. “The highest reported rainfall since 2005 brings a cascade of rain causing many areas in the Colombo city to come to a standstill. The havoc caused with the flash floods, strong winds and the lightning has temporary rendered many roads and suburbs to be impassable on Tuesday Morning. Though the several feet of water that arose in the morning gradually declined during the mid day, public are warned of more heavy showers and sever attacks of lightning. – Monday, 07 December 2015 | Sri Lanka Watch Walking earlier in the afternoon, we discovered that the laneway to the apartment had turned …

Train | Colombo, Sri Lanka

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I daresay that when I finally had the dosh to get myself a real camera, all those years ago, I wanted to make pictures like this: of someone drawing the light around herself with such magnetism that mundane objects are lifted on that glamour, time stops, and I find myself wanting to go and ask her what she’s thinking about (I didn’t though; repose is so rare in public spaces). I may have made two, including this one, in all the years I’ve been shooting, and both have been on trains. Like it is in a lot of the world, it’s harder to shoot pictures of women than men here in Colombo. Many of the younger men have courted the attention of this photographer by posing and …

Train station textures

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I have made the train journey from Copenhagen to Hannover and back several times in the past couple of years. Before this, I’d not travelled long distances on trains. I’m still in the thrall of this novelty – the iron clack of wheels (dampened in new trains), the ellipsis-and-comma rhythm of its motion, and time’s held breath common to transit, observed in the country that flashes by. Hannover HBF, Germany.

Singapore of Stockholm

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In early June this year, I was in Stockholm for an afternoon to give a presentation at Fujifilm Nordic. At some point during the proceedings, I had an hour to walk around Stockholm by myself. It was Sweden’s national day, so aside from a numerous wedding parties at City Hall, the waterfront was quiet. I headed for the old city which couldn’t have been more than a kilometer or so away, guided by its distinctive outline of spires, so different from the angular urban skylines I’m used to. It was breathtaking from a distance. I’d never been to Stockholm before this, and I was taken aback by how gorgeous it is. Not only for its spires and old buildings (as a child of a young nation, I am irresistibly drawn to the weight of history in …

Outside inside

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All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city’s monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea. – Nathan Reese Maher Singapore to Kuala Lumpur: Fellow passengers make their way back to the bus, after a short break at one of the rest stops on the North South Expressway, Malaysia. I make this bus trip from Singapore a number of times each year to visit my family in Kuala Lumpur. Familiar as I am with the stops and starts of the journey, I’m normally fast asleep at this particular point in the ride. I spent my final years of secondary education commuting to a school on the other side of the island: it was a two hour ride each way by bus …


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Columns support an elevated walk way leading to Preah Khan Temple. Angkor, Cambodia. I took a short holiday with my mother to Siem Reap, some weeks ago. It was a whirlwind 4 days; Mum is not one to linger, so despite the X30 slowing her down some, I didn’t have a lot of time to hang around looking for things to shoot. We had with us, a guide who was extremely knowledgeable about his country’s political, religious and social history, which was a boon. For two of the four days that we visited the major temple ruins of Angkor, I was walking around mostly open mouthed, trying to wrap my head around the passage of time between the conception of these monuments, and my standing in their midst. Around and over us, the magnificence of trees.


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“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.” ― Beryl Markham, West with the Night I made the picture above in the middle of September, on the train from Hamburg Central Station to the little town of Flensburg, Germany, near its border with Denmark. It was the day Danish police shut down the rail, ferry and expressway links from Germany …

Foggy Ground

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The most ordinary of things are rendered strange by fog. Self, other, sight, direction. Landscape and memory. This Danish summer had been untypically sunny as it always is when I am there; the day before, crop fields undulated for miles in the clear air, bare and golden after the harvest. This image is part of a larger essay that I have up on Kage Collective. Check it out.