When I was still a student in high school, I participated on a summer trip for students. We spent about 6 weeks traveling from Athens to London, with stops in Italy, Austria, Germany, France, and Brussels. This was really an eye-opening experience for me. Not only was it my first experience abroad, but it was … More Religious Studies
I recently revisited a post I published here close to 8 years ago (included below). In light of some recent days in which some pieces of a past self resurfaced in very tangible ways, coupled with some clear questions of my future, it felt like a similar moment in time. A harmonic convergence once again. … More Harmonic Convergence Redux
New interview with me published in the most recent Ithaca Times! Please take a look!!
If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace. Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space I became aware of something today. Or at least more aware than usual of something I understand in … More The Psychology of Places
The following text was written at the Bintang Cafe in Yogyakarta, Central Java, in June 2011. The poem quoted in this passage is from The Host by William Carlos Williams. The photographs here were all made in Yogyakarta and Bandung, West Java in the spring of 2014 (though I just finished the prints in the last couple … More A Night at the Bintang Cafe (Revisited)
There is no denying that the Donald Trump presidency has created a more divided nation. As a concerned citizen, I’ve been making a lot of calls to my local Congressional leaders, specifically Tom Reed. Pretty much weekly, actually. Tom Reed is one of small minority in Congress not asking Trump to reveal his taxes. I … More Needing Transparency
We all like to think that pictures tell their own stories. Behind each picture is a story, a piece of my biography. As James Joyce wrote, every telling has a tailing, and that’s the he and the she of it. His branches lofty have taken root. Pieces of me in each and every picture, or at … More A 1000 Words (Or Language of the Outlaw)