image: Singapore, 2012. The Indian quarter. A splash of color in the middle of an urban landscape.
 image: Hong Kong, 2013. In the market area. Which generation? 
 image: Singapore, 2013. The art and science of noodle making. What is he thinking about? 
 image: Singapore, 2012. 
 image: Singapore, 2012. In the Malaysian district, in a little market shop. The lack of motion and the piercing, empty eyes impressed me. As did the fashion statement.
 image: Hong Kong, 2013. Many couples come to this market for wedding photos. Is it the Juxtaposition of graffiti, dirt, grunge against the beauty of marriage, a subconscious forecast of an unpredictable life? 
 image: Hong Kong, 2013. The market workers eating and slurping noodles fast. Noisy and harried.
 image: Hong Kong, Lantau Island, 2013. One of the 6 Devas offering gifts to the Tian Tan Buddha: patience, morality, wisdom, generosity, zeal, and meditation-paths leading to enlightenment. I found her face beautiful.
 image: Milos, Greece, 2006. Two old men who stared and stared. They seemed relaxed and resigned. A third one joined them later. They could not understand why I wanted to take their pictures. 
 image: Tahiti, Tikihau, 2013. There is only one village in the atoll, and we took a little boat to see the village nurse. I hurt my ear scuba diving. We communicated with google translate. It was free. He was a wonderful nurse. There are hardly any tourists there so we all stared at each other.
 Image: Morocco, Fez, 2005. The leather tanneries. I felt sorry for the men, all day deep in these vats, under the scorching sun. I didn't buy anything.
 image: Jordan, Wadi Rum also known as The Valley of the Moon, 2007. The Art of History and Nature.   
 image: Angistri island, Greece, 2015. A man that was larger than life contemplating the end. He is scared to die, he is sad. I know my father well.
 image: Singapore, Indian quarter. Where there is color there is a chance for happiness.
 image: Tel aviv, Israel 2012. The sign: Fighters for Peace. A Peace Now demonstration, one of thousands so many attended hopelessly.
 image: Burma, 2016. The Water Festival-New Year celebrations taken to new levels. The young boy out of frustration at the lack of targets, aiming excitedly at his foot. Purification, Good Luck, Blessings, Fun and Jubilation. The 3 day festival was during my visit and my own birthday. I went to the temple to wash my Buddha. Aung San Suu Kyi assumed office a week earlier and there was a quiet hope in the country.
 image: Buenos Aires, the Pink House, the President's executive mansion and office. In front, the Plaza de Mayo, home to the Mothers of the disappeared. 
 image: Bali, Ubud 2015. Monkey Forest. There is plenty to be scared of. Squeezing you and trembling together makes it easier.
 image: Chilean Patagonia, 2017. The Lazo-Weber trek. High winds, majestic views, and off the beaten path. Torres Del Paine is just around the corner.   
 image: Rio De Janeiro Favela, 2015. Colorful and cheerful, open sewage, gang violence, poverty, misery. 
 image: Russian River, California. The view from my hammock.
 image: Buenos Aires, 2017. The underground tunnels. A life in the deep under.
 image: Athens, Greece 2014. A Gypsy woman and her balloons. Watching her made me want to cry. The winds were high and she struggled right and left to maneuver the colorful bunch, yet she could not sell any. 
 image: Ushuaia, 2016. The end of the world In a strange way felt as the end of a journey, a marker in my life of having arrived thus far to see the edges of the planet as well as my own.
 image: Bora Bora, 2012. Something about how they were hang made it serious. I wanted to take them with me.
 image: Borneo, 2013. At the market, eating seafood I have never seen before, and no one could explain to me what it was.
 image: Varanasi, 2001. The charity meal for the poor. Lined up to receive meager nutrition. Varanasi was an experience of contradiction, confusion, love and disgust. I wanted to stay for 3 weeks, a year, to understand deeply the gestures, the fears and the intensity. I know i will return.
 image: Roatan, Garifuna village, 2011, freedom celebration. Dancing, drumming and getting relief from ice popsicles.
 image: Buenos Aires, 2017. What a lovely man. His smile was gracious.
 image: Mumbai, 2006. The public laundromats. All the uniforms, sheets, clothes from the endless city make their way here to be washed, ironed, delivered. An organized chaos much like the country itself.
 image: Bali 2014, the rice terraces crossing the country. 
 image: Cochin, India, 2006. The fishermen nests resting in infinite beauty.
 Goa. At the beach his white back was prepared to itch and turn red. 
 Contemplating on the Nile, a handsome Nubian man on a felucca in Aswan. I couldn't resist and bought a jellabiya just as his. I wear it and magically land on the Nile. 
 Patagonia, Chile. We listened to music and ate grilled meats and his smile was kind and innocent. The Matte was a treat that lasted a few hours as we passed the cup around, bitter and warm.       
 Bali, Ubud. The monsters We create only to later kill. 
 In the train station heading to Varanasi a pandemonium of noise and confusion, the porters descended upon us determined and mighty, grabbing unaccounted luggage, absurdly heavy with nothing whatsoever lost, misplaced or stolen. I thought of the bodies breaking internally, the men at night nursing pain and sorrow.
 Bali, around the world women balance on their shoulders, hands and bodies all the goodness of the world, backs straight or bent, stubborn determination overcomes or silently suffers the pain.  
 Singapore, Marina Bay Sands. Israeli Architect Moshe Safdie, launching a vessel to the future with a pool at the top. I stayed there for my birthday, once was enough. 
 Beauty in Burma at a Bagan Temple. It was a moment of hope before the killings.
 A little Dancer in Yangon, Burma, posing after a performance in honor of the Water festival. I found out that when you ask someone to take their picture it is a serious affair and smiles are not encouraged.
 An old man in Buenos Aires in La Boca. The painted tin city, a refuge to the poor, now popular with the tourists. No one goes to the allies, crime lurks behind the walls.         
 Curiosity brings a sort of joy when you realize someone notices you. I noticed the red teeth, he noticed me noticing him. Betel nut.      
 A girl in the Barracas neighborhood, her house in the middle of the largest mural in world. Buenos Aires.
 A Garifuna fisherman in Roatan, Honduras. Sensual and serious, I left the fish out. He could have been a poet, an artist, a hero of an untold story.
 How defiant, as if "this is my country"... proud, thats how I saw him. 
 Wisdom in Placentia, Belize
 San Francisco, City Hall. An assembly of Sikhs protesting the pogroms against their kin in India 1984.
 The tea plantations in Munnar, India. Perfection we enjoy daily, for the people hard work.
 A village in Rajasthan, I wish I remembered the name. The girls where coming back from the well. 
 Sunset in the Mekong Delta. I hired a small boat and travelled for 4 days from Saigon to Phnom Penh. Slept in nameless towns along the way, thinking of wars, preconceptions, and struck with beauty. Being alone in a place no one speaks your language you can only go inside for a lengthy dialogue.
 On the side of the road waiting for a bus, somewhere in Jaipur. Her beauty, the colors of her dress and jewelry held my breath. I wish we could have spoken. So many times I longed to sit by the side of the road and ask "tell me about your life, tell me about you".
 2004-Shanghai market before the big boom.
 South Belize, Punta Gorda, land of Maya. "I am sorry, we run out of food". 
 Burmese peasant. He wanted money for the picture, and why not. 
 Kali dancer in Cochin getting ready to impress the anticipating audience.
 Girls resting in Goa watching the tourists. 
 working in Bali
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