Barbados’s Crumbling North Point Surf Resort

Situated on Barbados’s rugged northern coast where crashing waves slam into 50-foot cliffs, an old hotel dies. Abandoned years ago and victim to the Atlantic Ocean’s briny wind, the North Point Surf Resort is literally a shell of its past. … Continued


Safe in Barbadian Surf

Barbadian life is full of contradictions. Generally it’s a safe island whose crime is concentrated in impoverished neighborhoods often saturated with drugs and gangs. Outside of those, as these photos affirm, crime – including theft – is minimal. At Brandon’s … Continued


Angkor Wat Photo Essay Featured on WonderlustTravel.com

Hot off the press! A portfolio of my work from Cambodia’s breathtaking Angkor Wat temple system is live on the luxury travel website Wonderlusttravel.com. The images show a different side of the Angkor – delicate bas-reliefs, gorgeous night shots, luscious early … Continued


Surviving Syria (before ISIS)

The thud of a little girl’s head bouncing off the car’s hood was the wake up call that maybe I shouldn’t be in Syria. Years before civil war and ISIS ravaged the country, I took a risk visiting Syria, where … Continued


Quirky Colombia: Mompox Part 3

For all its beautiful colonial charm, Mompox still has a quirky personality. And like most small towns, Mompox is too small to hide the eccentricities that reveal themselves while wandering its dusty streets. For me, there’s a lot of aimless … Continued


The Colombian Town Time Forgot

500-years ago, the Magdalena River’s rushing current transformed the Colombian island town of Mompox from a dusty village into a bustling commercial center. For years it thrived until times changed and the businesses moved to more accessible cities upriver. For … Continued


Life and Death at a Colombian Cockfight

Death’s doorway opened in 3 minutes and 13 seconds. Harsh blue light from two fist-sized coils of compact fluorescent bulbs illuminated the fighting pit, its dirt floor framed with a green cement ring and rickety wooden bleachers 4 benches high. … Continued


Running Cartagena’s Ramparts

It was like running through butter as thick, humid air melted the beads sweat pouring from my pores. The morning sun rose higher in the brilliant-blue sky, casting broiling rays on the mustard-painted buildings, their colonial facades stained with ages … Continued