Hong Kong, China

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Hong Kong, China

I drift up from sleep in darkness. I’m a little hazy about where I am, but I guess it’s home, and I’ll open my eyes to white cotton sheets, my down comforter, sun filtering through the red cedar outside my window.

Silly man.

I pry one, sticky lid open to find myself crammed into a window seat, with someone reclined into my lap, his wife sprawled beside me and some jackass movie continuously looped on the video screen.

It’s only ten more hours to Hong Kong. I groan and try to go back to sleep.

It’s been nearly 20 years since I first set foot in Hong Kong. It was exciting and mysterious and I researched it for weeks. I made long shoot lists, packed all the glass I owned and a hundred rolls of film and worked like a dog, exploring every nook and cranny of the place.

When I land this time, I go to the Starbucks and mope.

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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.