I left West Africa on a Black Star Lines freighter in 1978, certain I'd be back soon. But it took nearly 34 years to get back to Ouagadougou.
Scenes from just before the revolution
In 1989, I was a semi-accidental witness to history. Reflecting back on what was an amazing four-month sojourn in the Soviet Union, I decided to add an annotated photo album to stories I'd previously published on this site.
Don't Be Afraid
In what was still known as Leningrad at the time, I found out that people weren't accustomed to feeling like they could say what was on their minds.
Things falling apart
The almost unbearable heaviness of being Soviet
A White Night in Leningrad
Pondering Russia's future in the midnight glow
Georgian hospitality and the love of Stalin
Armenia's only shell game operator speaks of his life ambition
Thousands of pagodas rise from Burma's ancient capital. The people love to talk about their nation's past, but they are not so forthcoming about the present or the future.
On the far side of the Chindwin River, across from a river port called Monywa, an ugly woman dances for the demi-gods
Making a pilgrimage to the golden rock miraculously held in place (ostensibly) by a hair of the Buddha
I had to see it before it changed ...
Amidst smugglers and (perhaps) thieves between Holland and Latvia
Incongruous Riga (Buffalo News, 1996)
A rough ride
Immediately following a perfect beach day - Turkey, 1998
A different sort of Florida - Cedar Key, 2001
Ancient (early 80s) history from my hometown: