What is it about travel that invites the most insignificant details to blossom before our eyes?
Places, people, things we might easily pass by on homeground somehow turn magical on foreign soil—details to record, to remember.
Coming through the Rust: Berlin
On the Road , November
Seattle through Steven Holl's Window
"I drive a white car."
Wichita at Night From My Holiday Inn Room
A Pink Umbrella
Attitude on Skin of A Red Truck
Pedestrian In Mercedes Spare Tire Cover
The Empire of Children