Hong Kong, China III

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Hong Kong, China III

The worshipers burned incense, a few tourists milled about. The afternoon sun glinted through a window, casting a beam of light through the temple. Large incense coils hang from the red ceiling, sending blessing heavenward and clouds of smoke into the air and spots of ash onto my shirt.

Down at the Star Ferry terminal, monks in yellow robes joked and posed for snapshots of each other with girls in miniskirts.

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INTRODUCTION

For much of my adult life, I have been lucky enough to get paid doing the things I love most. My work as a itinerant travel and wildlife photographer has sent me around the world and across all seven continents.

Over the last two decades, I have had ample opportunity to appreciate the absurdities of life on the road, having once spent 27 memorable hours during my first trip to Kenya digging a bogged safari truck out using only a sauce pan. In addition to my work in Africa, I have traveled extensively in Alaska, Australia, Antarctica and Asia.

I hope to work my way through the rest of the alphabet in a timely fashion.

Each year, I spend five or six months on the road. Along the way, I try to make time to scribble something in my notebooks. More often than not, it’s about whatever mishap has befallen me on any particular day. This collection offers a random sample from those journals, notebooks and emails.