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THIS SERIES of photographs are from the sacred Indian city of Varanasi, also known as Banaras, along the Ganges River. Most were taken near the river, in the winding alleyways adjacent to it. These alleys are among the oldest continuously inhabited places on the planet. 
    Varanasi is known as the City of Learning and Burning, referring to both the city’s numerous schools, universities, ashrams, and pundits of ancient knowledge, as well as the many funeral pyres where faithful Hindus burn their dead by the river. Life and death are often juxtaposed in this chaotic and ancient city. It is not unusual to see schoolchildren pressing to the side of an alley to allow the procession behind a corpse to pass, the shaved-headed mourners chanting. As I took these photos, I was struck by the intensity I perceived on so many of the people’s faces.
    Thanks to a generous three-month fellowship at the Centro Incontri Umani in Ascona, Switzerland, during the summer of 2015, this series is nearing completion. 

THE ISLAND OF IKARIA is distinctive for various reasons. It remains to this day an untouristed backwater where people are largely self-sufficient and unusually independently minded. It has been labeled one of the “Blue Zones,” with the highest percentage of people in their nineties on the planet. Historically, it was the poorest island in the Aegean. It is also one of the lushest, with numerous springs and rivers and forests of pine and oak. Yet the landscape photographs I have been taking over the course of a couple of extended stays reflect nothing of this lushness and hardly depict any people. 
    The island is long and thin, a single mountain ridge rising sharply out of the Aegean Sea not far from the coast of Turkey. At the top of this ridge, topped by numerous 3,000 foot (1,000 meter) peaks, is a landscape that haunted and excited me from the moment I set eyes on it. 
    It is a desolate and windswept land of exposed granite carved by the elements into bizarre shapes and balancing boulders. The granite has a mysterious propensity to take the form of living beings. The trees are stunted and the bushes thorny. It can change from bright sun to near impenetrable fog at such a speed as to be entirely disorienting. 
    The atmosphere is often reminiscent of the stories of Edgar Allen Poe, thick with the eerie awe of the uncanny. The beauty of the place is raw and the solitude profound. This series of photographs, taken on the mountain’s many moods, reflects both the landscape and what it did to me. 


THIS GALLERY presents photos from various European cities I have lived in and visited, including Berlin, Vienna, Paris, Oxford, and London, capturing the rhythms, forms, and inhabitants of various and diverse neighborhoods.