Monthly Archive for November, 2016

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Drops

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Photo by @jonwsantiago Mirpur, Dhaka#bangladesh #diary #asia

Crossing the river

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Photo by @jonwsantiago Kids traverse a flooded street in Mirpur.#bangladesh #diary #asia

Tree

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When I was a kid I lived in my imagination. Like most kids. It didn’t take much for me to imagine myself as Robinson Crusoe stranded on an island or Huckleberry Finn on a journey down the river. I could run off into the woods and be lost in my own made up adventure. Also a time to think about who I really was and what I might try to become. Alone. I made it all up in my head. In the woods and dunes not far from where I just took this picture. When I fell in love with photography it happened in these woods and dunes. Photography allowed me to create a reality out of my imagination. With a camera I could make a physical tactile object that proved my fantasies were “real”. Not much has changed for me now as an “adult”. My real life adventures surpassed my pretending. I realized that if I could think of it, I could do it. Very much to my surprise. So when life gets chaotic as it always does, I head for these dunes and live oaks to think. Why wouldn’t I ? It worked for me as a child, it works for me now. I often travel to exotic places. Scroll back on this IG stream. Yet no matter where I am, no matter how fantastic the place might be, in the back of my head I’m dreaming to be here. I’m stuck here. The source.

Road

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Dogs

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Outer Banks NC. Nov 22, 2016. Remind you of anything?

Ping Pong

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Photo by @jonwsantiago At the Counter Foto Mirpur campus watching Omi and friends enjoy a game of ping pong.#bangladesh #diary

Arms

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Photo by @jonwsantiago On my way back to Mirpur to rest.#bangladesh #diary #asia

Boat

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Photo by @jonwsantiago After spending almost three weeks in the chaos of Dhaka I felt my first serene moment rowing on the Buriganga River. I felt the wind and for a second all was quiet. But then I looked down at the water and was reminded that this is a dead river. A river of black. So polluted that nothing can live or grow in it.#bangladesh #diary #asia

Ferrymen

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Photo by @jonwsantiago Ferrymen wait for customers.#bangladesh #diary #asia #olddhaka

Ships breaking yard

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Photo by @jonwsantiago Our next stop was the ship breaking yard. Here, kids play badminton while workers dismantle a ship in the background.#bangladesh #diary #asia