(2008)
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On the road to Nice, France
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Mystery establishment, Tokyo
Everything else on this street looked normal. This place sits on the little side street that runs along railroad tracks. I had no clue what lay behind those doors, but it looked naughty. (2007)
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Twilight, East Orleans, Mass.
To the right, which is east, waves tell stories of tomorrow’s fishing. My mother’s parents built this house on some high ground about a quarter-mile from the beach for their retirement in 1967. In September’s final weeks, there’s a peace that settles over the land, which juts out about 35 miles into the ocean off the mainland. By this time of the evening, my back is sore from spending all day wading with a fly rod in hand, and, if memory serves, there’s a bourbon on ice just below the bottom of this frame. (2007)
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Sunrise, Singapore
Low tide is better for fishing. Even at this hour, the tropical heat will leave you drenched. Soon the small fishing boats will arrive, giving way to the tourist boats that course up and down this vein that cuts through the city-state, revealing a quilting of old stucco and soaring glass. (2007)
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Near the Col du Galibier, Savoie, France
The air looks cool, but the sun was hot. Driving in a foreign country heightens the experience. I drove the family’s Renault minivan, pulling over every 15 miles or so to wait, while my wife and her parents attacked the mountains on their bikes. Bicyclists are given the right of way on France’s mountain roads, perhaps because it’s understood they’re attempting a fair fight. (2007)
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Next to the train tracks, McCloud, Calif.
Once in a while, something came down the road. (2007)
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Stunned chickadee, Aston, Pa.
Never knew what hit him. Sometimes they fly into our windows. The lucky ones just get stunned. This one was lucky. (2006)
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Old Colony Tap, Provincetown, Mass.
Late morning, mid-September The usual drill is to wait for the rainy day that always comes. Let the fishing rod and muscles rest. Arrive around 10 a.m. It’s a shot-and-beer bar, and by noon you’re ready to wander Commercial Street. (2006)