It was 1979 when I decided I needed a break from my graduate school. I treated my decision as an excuse to travel with my trusty Canon AE-1 and forty roles of Tri-X. During that year I went as far as Nepal but my four months in Afghanistan left some of the deepest impressions. It was an Afghanistan that no longer exists. I know for a fact three of the people in these four-decade-old images are deceased and I suspect all the others are too. Like them, their former homeland is gone, and the new one is yet to be born.
Bound to the ocean and reflecting mixed genetics, I am compelled to write about the sea while living in Colorado.