There is a pervasive state of decay to this city. The relentless heat and moisture tear everything from structures to streets slowly apart. There is a charm in that though. Life goes on, sometimes ending, but always rising in another form.
Bug
Park Closed
Dave often doesn't notice me hold back to take a shot of something. We had...
Inside The Yellow Box
We’re a Kodak family. That’s not such a strange thing being where I am...
Just a Point and a Click
It was just a quick purchase. I had done it a hundred times before and not had any problems. ...
Janine
My friend Janine, cooling down in a small bar on a 95 degree day. When I...