How I found my photographic purpose in a vacant lot during quarantine.
What a couple of old abandoned delivery vans parked in a vacant lot taught me about mortality, my relationship with my father, and the purpose of my photography.
The world is better with people in it (coronavirus diary, part 5)
Emerging from over two months of lockdown, the island nation of Malta stretches its legs and slowly begins to swing back to life. While sitting in a newly opened bistro table watching the sun go down, this introvert reflects on walking through the empty streets of Malta's capital and concludes that it is people that make a city.
Quarantine and airshows (coronavirus diary, part 1)
As I sit next to my son on a nearly empty Easyjet flight to Malta, faced with a mandatory 14-day quarantine as soon as we land, my mind is on fighter planes and other things that haven't happened yet.
Is there time for a frivolous travel blog in the middle of a global crisis? (coronavirus diary, part 4)
As the world around me crumbles, I contemplate whether this is the time to be working on a travel photography blog written during benevolent exile on a cruisey little Mediterranean island.
The view from quarantine (coronavirus diary, part 3)
Sometimes it feels like life is a process of moving from one bubble to the next bubble. Today, for the first time in two weeks, we stepped outside into the fresh air and walked down the streets of a city which, up until now, we have only known from the sliver of an ocean view outside our apartment window.
How to pack for the apocalypse (coronavirus diary, part 2)
I get stressed out packing for a weekend vacation. How do I chose what to pack when I know it may be months before I'm able to return home?