The lens helps me get under the skin, so to speak, of pretense and postures, all the ways we hide, and touch the trembling aliveness within.
You Cannot Force A story
Ladies of Levity
Light is Everything
The Lay of the Land
The Painted Woman Knows…
Prayer - A Montage on Kali Worship in Kathmandu
Making Room for the Marvelous
Where Transition Ends, Creation Begins
I found a beach
Fear Not the Void
The Sacred Mountain
Why I choose to self-publish
The Great Liberator
Bursting the bubble
I’m visiting my brother in Jakarta, amidst a congested, concrete jungle of 20 million people, to many of whom social life is enacted in opulent, many-stored, air-cooled malls with more shiny objects than your heart can possibly desire and where 5+ hours a day in traffic is normal. Incredible wealth co-exists with wild poverty and bad city planning, and still, everyone’s striving for more.