Singapore

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Singapore

Sitting in the spotless white Mercedes taxi, the driver tells me, “Singapore has three seasons. Hot, Hotter and Hottest. This is the middle season.”

You could have fooled me.

I wander along the waterfront, then into the financial district. Imagine a place populated by the spawn of a captive breeding program mating tax accountants and structural engineers.

A torpid cloud hangs over us, storm clouds threatening downpours and belching thunder. I’m soaked before the rain finds me. As dusk fell, the approaching storm clouds began to spit lightning. I balanced the camera on a guard rail, went for a long exposure and hoped for the best.

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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.