Photography is meditative. Diving is meditative. When the two overlap, something happens I don't yet have words for. Notes from a first attempt at underwater photography in Tekirova — the kit, the settings that worked, and what the light does down there.

An evening walk I didn't plan in the times I thought I knew Istanbul, and two photographs I'm still proud of. Plus a café where I once waited, with quiet optimism, for one of the great photographers of the twentieth century to walk through the door.

A business trip to Colombia, September 2015. Some of these photographs exist only because I uploaded them from an airport on a hunch. The rest of the story explains why.

We'd been on the island for a few days, and I was still searching. Not just dark-skinned people on crumbling streets — I wanted something that felt unmistakably, essentially Cuba.