Monthly Archive for November, 2016

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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



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.





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


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


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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


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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