I call this man the "Monochrome Monk", observed during the descent of definitely the weirdest night of my life. Adam's Peak, Feb 2017
A photo I immediately felt unworthy of taking, even though I'd been photographing strangers like her over and over. I've been moved by and learned through it more than any other image from my recent travels. I think it was that feeling of "oh, I didn't have the right (or understanding or humility or) to photograph her, yet I was allowed to", that has lingered and shaped me. It's currently my lock screen. Colombo, Feb 2017
Samare. Taking us to his home for tea and inviting us for lunch the next day. When we arrived for that lunch, we found the polaroid of the five of us (him, his wife, my friends and I) sitting in the edge of a framed school photo on the table of family pictures. Tea Country, Feb 2017