Last updated Nov 14, 2018 | First published on Sep 16, 2013 | Working to Travel
When was the last time that you smelled ink drying? Computers are far too quiet. Not that I could survive without a delete key, but writing has lost a great deal of romance. Long ago, silent processors replaced the mechanical hum and satisfying whack! of new worlds...
Last updated Nov 8, 2018 | First published on Jul 4, 2008 | Working to Travel
A trickle of sweat ran down my overheating cheek. Tens of thousands of strangers were shouting at me, pointing, there was no place to hide as I made my way down the street…. No, It wasn’t an angry mob finally forming over my reluctance to get a proper job...
Last updated Nov 8, 2018 | First published on May 2, 2008 | Working to Travel
When I close my eyes at night, I see them. They are always there, with their nervous ears, flaring nostrils, and taunting me with yellow teeth. Some people see dead people, I see… Horses. I have just spent the last five days photographing the Kentucky Rolex...
