Street Popcorn
A migrant worker family in Shanghai supplements their wages selling popcorn on the streets every evening, knocking open a heated pressurized vessel filled with rice and corn kernels as a customer braces for the explosion. (POYi 64 Magazine Feature Picture, second place)
A path to friendship
A drug user waits for local outreach workers who visit the slums outside Phnom Penh, Cambodia, every week to distribute basic medical supplies and promote harm reduction.
Let a Monkey Be Your Guide
If we are about to lose our balance, maybe it is better to jump than fall. (China)
Life is Like a Zebra Crossing
Maybe running away from the truth only finds you alone with it in a faraway place. (China)
Eighty-six Years Ago
Xie Xianglong, 99, and his wife eat lunch in the same house they have been living in since they were married in 1943, nestled in the remote mountains in Jiangxi province, China. The mountains here are hailed as the birthplace of the Red Army. Xianglong met the future Chairman when he was 13 years old. ...
Monks Prefer Nokia
Things that transcend time, place and language: music, monks, the World Cup… (A monk walks through a neighborhood outside of Phnom Penh, Cambodia.)
The Railroad Village
Runners barefoot sprint through black mud against sheet metal as the stench of the open sewage rises. “Who lives here?”, I ask him. “Those without a choice,” he replies. (along the tracks)
Eleven Minutes
A flour-capped mountain of wet dough is the day’s hourglass: when the dough is gone, the day ends. The noodle maker digs a deep fistful then beats and weaves thick goo into taut threads, from whence my noodle bowl lunch emerges in eleven minutes. “How can you make a living today?” he shakes his head, ...
Opera for Breakfast
If I were riding my bicycle through the village at daybreak on a frigid September morning, wouldn’t I stop to hear a live opera performance at a noodle stand, too? (Neighbors gather in the early morning to watch or participate in an open air opera practice, central Shanxi province, China.)
Can’t tilt windmills that aren’t standing still
Loving the romp through a jumbled tumble of ideas today. “Using words to describe magic is like using a screwdriver to cut roast beef” -Tom Robbins (The Bund)
Ctrl Alt Del
Intently searching for the refresh button on the browser window of the soul. (Taichung, Taiwan)