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Photo notes on the road
Photos of people, places and passing thoughts.
Travel photography from along the road: ordinary moments that caught my attention, paired with short reflections or small stories worth remembering.
BANGKOK, THAILAND
Blending in, Talad Noi
For a split second, a motorbike speeds through a narrow alley to briefly become one with the art on the wall.
Black, Chatuchak Market
No milk. No sugar. No syrups or latte art. Just an uncomplicated menu. Coffee. Black.
60, Saphan Hua Chang Pier
Maximum pier capacity: 60. Actual occupancy: one woman, deep in a hundred thoughts.
Golden hour, Chatuchak Market
Most of the market was still quiet. This little shop glowed as though morning had arrived here first.
Elephant in the sky, Chatuchak
An elephant towering proudly against the skyline somehow feels exactly right in Thailand.
Saint, Chatuchak Market
Not all saints wear robes. Some wear aprons and prepare the perfect roast pork beneath a halo of light.
Waiting, Talad Noi
The bicycles behind the glass pane were waiting for customers. The rider was waiting for something else.
Empty walls, Bangkok Art & Cultural Centre
Not every art exhibit hangs on a wall. Some are large enough to walk inside of.
View, Chatcuchak Park
Sometimes, the view on a small screen holds our attention more than the postcard-perfect one right in front of us.
Rest, Chatuchak Park
A sandwich, some shade and a bench hidden between the trees. A quiet break from the office still visible behind.
Imperfect, Talad Noi
Imperfection is beauty. No one planned for the rust, stains and mismatched panels. Together, they became accidental art.
Blending in, Talad Noi
For a split second, a motorbike speeds through a narrow alley to briefly become one with the art on the wall.
Black, Chatuchak Market
No milk. No sugar. No syrups or latte art. Just an uncomplicated menu. Coffee. Black.
60, Saphan Hua Chang Pier
Maximum pier capacity: 60. Actual occupancy: one woman, deep in a hundred thoughts.
Golden hour, Chatuchak Market
Most of the market was still quiet. This little shop glowed as though morning had arrived here first.
Elephant in the sky, Chatuchak
An elephant towering proudly against the skyline somehow feels exactly right in Thailand.
Saint, Chatuchak Market
Not all saints wear robes. Some wear aprons and prepare the perfect roast pork beneath a halo of light.
Waiting, Talad Noi
The bicycles behind the glass pane were waiting for customers. The rider was waiting for something else.
Empty walls, Bangkok Art & Cultural Centre
Not every art exhibit hangs on a wall. Some are large enough to walk inside of.
View, Chatcuchak Park
Sometimes, the view on a small screen holds our attention more than the postcard-perfect one right in front of us.
Rest, Chatuchak Park
A sandwich, some shade and a bench hidden between the trees. A quiet break from the office still visible behind.
Imperfect, Talad Noi
Imperfection is beauty. No one planned for the rust, stains and mismatched panels. Together, they became accidental art.
Blending in, Talad Noi
For a split second, a motorbike speeds through a narrow alley to briefly become one with the art on the wall.
Black, Chatuchak Market
No milk. No sugar. No syrups or latte art. Just an uncomplicated menu. Coffee. Black.
60, Saphan Hua Chang Pier
Maximum pier capacity: 60. Actual occupancy: one woman, deep in a hundred thoughts.
Golden hour, Chatuchak Market
Most of the market was still quiet. This little shop glowed as though morning had arrived here first.
Elephant in the sky, Chatuchak
An elephant towering proudly against the skyline somehow feels exactly right in Thailand.
Saint, Chatuchak Market
Not all saints wear robes. Some wear aprons and prepare the perfect roast pork beneath a halo of light.
Waiting, Talad Noi
The bicycles behind the glass pane were waiting for customers. The rider was waiting for something else.
Empty walls, Bangkok Art & Cultural Centre
Not every art exhibit hangs on a wall. Some are large enough to walk inside of.
View, Chatcuchak Park
Sometimes, the view on a small screen holds our attention more than the postcard-perfect one right in front of us.
Rest, Chatuchak Park
A sandwich, some shade and a bench hidden between the trees. A quiet break from the office still visible behind.
Imperfect, Talad Noi
Imperfection is beauty. No one planned for the rust, stains and mismatched panels. Together, they became accidental art.
Small everyday adventures in Bangkok
Sometimes the best adventures are simply moments of making small choices.
JAVA, INDONESIA
Passing through, Bromo
The volcano rose above a sea of clouds like an island in the sky. In front of paradise, vendors prepared for another day of work.
Before sunrise, Bromo
Travellers gathered in the cold for a hot bowl of bakso. For a moment, this was Bromo's most important viewpoint.
Coffee, Bromo
Outside, hundreds of travellers waited in the dark to catch the sunrise. Inside, this colorful coffee shack glowed brightly.
Patience, Bromo
Hundreds of jeeps sat bumper-to-bumper. With nowhere to go, drivers and passengers stepped out and into conversations.
Opportunity, Bromo
Traffic stood still. A coffee seller weaved through the jeeps. Everyone else was going nowhere; she was still moving forward.
Bromo crater
One man calmly crossed the steep crater, collecting flowers thrown below. What seemed impossible to me was another day at work for him.
Alone, Bromo
Most visitors were gone. One horse stood quietly alone in the vast Sea of Sand.
Dedication, Bromo
Most visitors admired the view and moved on. He stayed, waiting for the golden moment the light came together.
Flowers, Bromo
A flower seller waited beside his motorbike. His dried flowers would soon be carried to Bromo's crater as traditional offerings.
Ordinary day, Bromo
Behind them, a spectacular landscape. A phone was checked, a cigarette lit, a coffee made. Life carried on.
Business, Bromo
A thermos, folding table and small inventory of coffee, snacks and drinks were all this street vendor needed to run her business.
Dinner, Bromo
A lone customer stopped for hot bakso. For a few minutes, one glowing bulb became the centre of the world.
Friendship, Lumajang
The mountain glowed in the last light of day. Two friends sat talking quietly, attention divided between their conversation and the sunset.
Beauty, Air Terjun Goa Tetes
Two sisters took turns posing against the waterfall, carefully framing one kind of beauty with another.
Imagination, Pantai Watu Pecak
No toys, no screens. The black sand and moonlit ocean were his playground. Imagination provided the rest.
Unsure, Pantai Watu Pecak
Two girls sat quietly on a pony, seemingly unsure what to make of their sunset adventure on the black sand beach.
Grilled fish, Pantai Watu Pecak
A humble kitchen, but the aroma promised an ikan bakar to rival grander settings.
Passing through, Bromo
The volcano rose above a sea of clouds like an island in the sky. In front of paradise, vendors prepared for another day of work.
Before sunrise, Bromo
Travellers gathered in the cold for a hot bowl of bakso. For a moment, this was Bromo's most important viewpoint.
Coffee, Bromo
Outside, hundreds of travellers waited in the dark to catch the sunrise. Inside, this colorful coffee shack glowed brightly.
Patience, Bromo
Hundreds of jeeps sat bumper-to-bumper. With nowhere to go, drivers and passengers stepped out and into conversations.
Opportunity, Bromo
Traffic stood still. A coffee seller weaved through the jeeps. Everyone else was going nowhere; she was still moving forward.
Bromo crater
One man calmly crossed the steep crater, collecting flowers thrown below. What seemed impossible to me was another day at work for him.
Alone, Bromo
Most visitors were gone. One horse stood quietly alone in the vast Sea of Sand.
Dedication, Bromo
Most visitors admired the view and moved on. He stayed, waiting for the golden moment the light came together.
Flowers, Bromo
A flower seller waited beside his motorbike. His dried flowers would soon be carried to Bromo's crater as traditional offerings.
Ordinary day, Bromo
Behind them, a spectacular landscape. A phone was checked, a cigarette lit, a coffee made. Life carried on.
Business, Bromo
A thermos, folding table and small inventory of coffee, snacks and drinks were all this street vendor needed to run her business.
Dinner, Bromo
A lone customer stopped for hot bakso. For a few minutes, one glowing bulb became the centre of the world.
Friendship, Lumajang
The mountain glowed in the last light of day. Two friends sat talking quietly, attention divided between their conversation and the sunset.
Beauty, Air Terjun Goa Tetes
Two sisters took turns posing against the waterfall, carefully framing one kind of beauty with another.
Imagination, Pantai Watu Pecak
No toys, no screens. The black sand and moonlit ocean were his playground. Imagination provided the rest.
Unsure, Pantai Watu Pecak
Two girls sat quietly on a pony, seemingly unsure what to make of their sunset adventure on the black sand beach.
Grilled fish, Pantai Watu Pecak
A humble kitchen, but the aroma promised an ikan bakar to rival grander settings.
Always there even if we can't see it
Mount Bromo did not come and go. The volcano remained where it had always been. Only my view of it changed.
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