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This website explores the places and cultures of our globe, from the perspective of someone who really knows their spot, the local. This place-specific gallery, travel guide and artist showcase is as practical as it is just plain fun.
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Argonne was the site of my little slice of the agrarian dream… well at least for awhile. The fact that, it is situated about a mile and a half from the blustery Pacific Ocean and is situated on a piece of real estate that under normal circumstances should be sand dunes, did not make it the most fecund piece of arable land. In fact, all that really grew well here, without a major struggle against the natural order, was lettuce. Lettuce and kale. And the most amazing orange poppies.
Throughout the summer, tens of thousands of people flock to Bournemouth on the weekends.
No longer merely a quiet place to retire, Bournemouth has in the last ten years become a focus for partying. After the UK relaxed it’s licensing laws a few months ago, Bournemouth was the only town in the country to approve every single late license application made by its numerous bars and clubs. On Friday and Saturday nights throughout the summer, the excesses go on until the small hours – it can be fun. Sometimes it turns ugly.
Sometime around daybreak, there’s always a few revellers left milling around the kebab shops and taxi ranks in town. Some of them don’t have a hotel room. Some of them just don’t want to go to bed. Slowly however, they all gravitate towards the beach – the 7miles of sand that is the backbone of the towns economy, and in the early hours of the morning, a surreal place where the repetitive waves and strengthening sun dulls any aggression or euphoria from the previous night.
During the summers of 2006 and 2007, I made repeat visits to the Bournemouth seafront early on Saturday and Sunday mornings, to find the dreamlike quietness punctuated by a scattering of survivors from the night before.
A perfect day? Wandering around and discovering hidden stores, restaurants and interesting people.
A perfect meal? The Santa Fe burrito at Castros on Myrtle Ave.
A little known fact? I’m not sure if it’s very little known or not, but it’s interesting that Clinton Hill/Fort Greene was part of the underground railroad. I think that the street that I lived on (Washington Ave) was very involved in it.
What is a perfect day on Oahu? About 75 degrees, no wind, glassy water and about 2-4 feet of surf.
If someone was visiting what must they do? You must either swim in the crystal clear surf or the crystal clear water at Waimea and check out the sealife.
A perfect meal? Crab dip and Crunchy Coconut Shrimp at Lei Lei’s in Turtle Bay.
A little known fact? The north shore of Oahu is home to a beach that is about 7 miles long, which includes dozens of surf breaks, many of them world famous, like Pipeline, Sunset, Off The wall, Log Cabin, Rockpiles, Pupukea, Rocky Point and more…
Place you live: Omaha, NE
Place your photos were taken? All taken in Omaha, NE
Occupation: Photographer/ Photo Lab Tech
Preoccupation: Unfortunately moving and painting right now, but scanning film in between.
A perfect day in Omaha? No wind or a slight breeze. The high plains are windy.
A perfect meal? Nearly any Mexican restaurant in South Omaha east of 42nd St. The Bangkok Cuisine restaurant on 19th and Farnam and Mother India on 36th and Leavenworth.
A little known fact? The ski lift was invented in Omaha.
I’ve long felt that Detroit is to Michigan as Michigan is to America. We saw the removal of the manufacturing industry here first, years ago, and it’s now being seen everywhere else. We’re the canary in America’s coal mine. So while it’s easy for people to dismiss it as a Detroit problem, or a Michigan problem, it just happened here first.
But I am also generally excited about the future here. The people that have stuck around are the kind of die-hards that make things happen. And Detroit is becoming cool and bohemian again in ways a lot of people are looking for.
Besides, the best parts of the state, the lakes and beaches and peninsulas and forests and dunes, they don’t care about any of this. As long as they’re still here, I’m happy. Though, I’d kill for a decent rail system.