After a day of heavy street fighting in Kobani and only a few air strikes from the U.S.-led coalition, cheers erupted from Kurds gathered in fields, hills and on rooftops along the Turkish border. Two explosions-perhaps ten times the size of those dropped intermittently over the past few days-targeting ISIS militants, landed on the eastern side of the city, ten minutes apart.
While driving through remote villages in the Balinese mountains, I noticed local farmers loading ducks from rice paddies into baskets to move them to other fields. The red paint signifies the females of the species. As we all moved on, I couldn't help but wonder if these ducks were really being moved to greener pastures.
Iconic Bondi Beach, where all the world gathers on a sunny blue sky - tourists and locals; backpackers, muscle men, hipsters; tattooed ladies, bogans, little nippers; new mums, extended families, and this lady in her sari.
This photograph represents the entwined and mirrored relationship that brothers share. The photo weaves together colour, balance and shape to ultimately present a freak perfection of my two sons' profiles and the joy they shared at this precise moment. The photo represents more to me than a mother's love, it evokes the intense pleasure of seeing your artistic creation for the first time as the image 'develops'. It also represents an exhilarating period of creativity and for me 'painting' real life as I see it happen.
High tide in the neighborhood of Casco Viejo, the old part of Panama City. Though the Bay of Panama struggles with a growing sanitation problem, some residents, mainly kids, still enjoy spending afternoons in its waters.
A love letter to two beautiful cities. After seven years in New York it was and always will be my city. But then I arrived in London and fell in love and it too felt like home. So now I belong to two cities. This series of double exposures are part New York, part London, and collectively represent my vision of home. New York + London explores place, memory, and identity through architecture and nostalgia. Brooklyn Bridge Park meets Leicester Square. Whitehall meets the South Bronx. The High Line meets Knightsbridge. After a while, the cacophony of concrete and street life begins to blend into something more universal. My hope is that in the noise and silence, everyone will find something that feels like home.
There are many geothermic pools in Rotorua. This one caught my eye as my view framed it through a border of native tea trees that complemented the natural oval of the pool. Together with the steam rising from nearby fissures, this image captures the ever-changing primeval forces of nature at work.