The moment our feet touched American soil, it felt like time had suddenly begun to move in fast forward. We were suddenly saddled with the feelings of responsibility and urgency as well as a to do list that felt endlessly long. As we grappled with the transition between a year of absolute freedom and a sudden push into the “real” world we wondered if the whole year had been nothing but a dream. We landed an apartment, jumped right back into our old jobs and were suddenly working full time again within a matter of two weeks.
As we have come closer to the end of our current trip we have found ourselves getting more and more fatigued by the constant motion of the last year. One of the results of this is that we have been staying put more and more and getting a view of what many might consider the more mundane side certain areas. For the last month we have taken up residence on the coast of Cambodia and this series is composed entirely of pictures taken at markets around the country. These markets represent the life-blood of these communities, not only a place to buy and sell everything you might need but a place to gather and connect.
Going to a grocery store and having everything you might need or want to buy to eat is a luxury many people in the world will never get to experience. A simple trip to the supermarket and walking into the produce section filled with gleaming picture perfect fruits and vegetables a fantasy that some can't even fathom. Yet, with all of this opportunity to eat perfect food and buy nearly anything you can dream of there comes a dark side effect that is often swept under the rug: food waste. Each year the average American family throws around $2,000 dollars worth of food away. Imagine what else you could spend that 40 bucks a week on, or after a few years worth of saving what you else might be able to invest in besides the local landfill.
You've heard the tired saying that beauty is in the eye of the beholder but what does that mean in day to day life? Does it mean that you can only ever see certain types of beauty and you'll never be able to see more beauty or perhaps it's something that can be worked out like a weak muscle. You've spent your entire life being coached to only see and expect that a specific ascetic is beautiful. This spans from people to art, fashion and music. It's not just you, it's everyone. Everyone who has grown up in the world surrounded by fashion ads, models, and photoshopped images of what this "true" yet completely imagined ideal of beauty is. It's time to start reimagining what beauty is and to start looking for it even in the most unexpected places.
The pictures in this collection were taken at various spots within Kathmandu. Some were taken at awesome edifices like Pashupatinath, others simply on street corners. The topic is not something built for tourists but working structures used by millions of people to express their faith and comment the community.
Being a foodie isn't cool anymore and maybe thats for the best. Calling someone a foodie is akin to swearing at them these days, depending on the circles you move in. As the food fever in America begins to cool, it's easy to wonder what the next new trend will be and if farm-to-table will fade into the haze of history. I've been referred to as a foodie before and it's always felt a bit wrong. I was fervent about good food for sure, but I never thought of myself that way. Looking back, I realize that I rode that wave of obsession for a few years along with many others and that when I finally swam back to shore to put my feet on the ground I was armed with a clearer head and a more determined outlook. Food culture isn't some fad to preach about or hold over anyone's head, it's something to be lived in every aspect of your life. It's time to stop separating foodies from non-foodies and work together to keep America's food industry on the right track.
Communicating a perspective in a way that is eloquent, entertaining and encompasses an enlightened world view is quite the daunting task. What starts as the seed of a thought, soon blossoms into a nagging idea that takes root into your subconscious. Tugging at the corners of your mind, like an impatient child , yearning for more attention. The words and half formed thoughts taunt and tease, almost letting their brilliance shine through before being lost again in the curtains of fog within your mind.
The Bagan valley looks like a simple agricultural valley with a broad river bisecting it and distant mountain ranges on the East and West. The first thing you notice however is that literally every where you look Buddhist Pagodas seem to pop up. Over 2000 of these are as old as the 11th century but it seems like new ones are being built everywhere as well. This is an area with deep importance to the history of Myanmar but it is also the center of the countries tourist drive and much of this building is being done to support that. In any case it is a beautiful area, but in some ways it seems like a theme park being built over a grave.
Have you ever felt like you've lost direction in your thoughts or life? Kind of like you can no longer remember where you might've been headed or what your next step was supposed to be? Suddenly one day, maybe you just woke up or perhaps you were sitting on break at work and you ask yourself "what am I doing" or "why am I here". I'm certain each and every one of us has asked ourselves this at some point in our lives and it's at these times more than any others that our journals become so important to moving forwards and moving on.
We are living in a culture that no longer knows how to sit down and have a calm conversation but rather one that feels insults must be hurled in order for anyone to be heard. Where uninformed opinions are taken as fact and that the person who makes the most noise must be right. Everywhere you look, from the evening news to Facebook to websites that feature restaurant reviews you'll find mean spirited insults lashing out in every direction. While constructive criticism is actually a great tool for promoting growth and change, the mindless assault that whips our senses daily is transforming us into grown up versions of "mean girls".