dust

there are few things as joyful as getting lost in a small town in another country, camera in hand. »

we hit town one dusty afternoon. after some bad food and good music the next day left me sick and confused drifting in and out of sleep under a mosquito net in an upstairs loft of a traditional Thai household with just enough heat to feel uncomfortable and just enough medicine to get me through. cats wandered by my friends looked concerned but all i needed was time. the day after that »