Dispatch № 114: Reflections on Narrow Streets

You don’t really realize just how many there are unless you specifically pay attention to them.

Dispatch № 113: A Self-Defeating Project and its Reboot

Let’s begin with a question. What happens when you let the aspiration and vision of a project far outstrip the resources you have to give to it?

Dispatch № 112: Documenting Silence

I don’t know what they will build here, only that it will be different, and that I want to see what I can see here while I still can.

Dispatch № 111: Local Evolution

I can think of at least a dozen nearby houses and other structures that have been demolished within the last few months.

Dispatch № 110: Blossoms

While looking for plum blossoms to photograph, I began to receive news alerts on my phone.

Dispatch № 109: Birds and Boars

Spend enough time in the woods and you develop a sense of whether it’s a bird or a deer or even a snake, and it happens before you can even turn your head to see.

Dispatch № 108: Precarity

You admonish yourself for having neglected them until you needed them and wonder why you have also for so long put up with a job in which you are forever making up for the incompetence of others…

Dispatch № 107: Same Place, Different Day

Even when the weather is bad, I go out to wander and make pictures for thirty or forty minutes. Every working day, this is my lunchtime habit, a recursive practice that is exercise for both my body and my mind.

Dispatch № 106: Snow Bridge

Instead, it belongs to a rail-thin teenager who isn’t sure what he wants to do in life…

Dispatch № 105: A Perfect Day for Pounding Rice

The air was cold and crisp, filled with the sounds of easy conversation and the rhythmic, sticky thuds of rice being pounded into mochi.