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 © Hugh Siegel (
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2 photo(s)
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created on 17-03-2011
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The inexorable slayer of dragons.  The undeniable drinker of oceans.  The indefatigable dreamer of escape.  Breaker of rocks, smoother of gems, smasher of lives, progenitor of identities, rock star of the galaxies.
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 © Hugh Siegel (
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3 photo(s)
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created on 17-03-2011
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Images for friends battling sea and sky and earth and invisible foes and destiny.                                                             Good luck.
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 © Hugh Siegel (
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4 photo(s)
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created on 21-02-2011
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These are just some individual photos from India I wanted to upload.  Please excuse the lack of project rigor.  In fact, please excuse the lack of rigor in general. ;)
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 © Hugh Siegel (
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5 photo(s)
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created on 17-02-2011
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Just hanging out in the rad radial of Rajasthan.  Palaces and forts and a lot of chillin' in the 45 degree heat....








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 © Hugh Siegel (
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4 photo(s)
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created on 27-01-2011
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It's India Inc.  It's a man's world, boys and girls.                                                                        


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 © Hugh Siegel (
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8 photo(s)
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created on 13-01-2011
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Time
stands still.                                                                                                                                                                       



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 © Hugh Siegel (
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created on 08-01-2011
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Hindus do it.  Sikhs do it.  Muslims do it.  We tourists do it.  Let's do it.  Let's read and write our way through the Golden Triangle!



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 © Hugh Siegel (
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12 photo(s)
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created on 23-11-2010
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We came across specters everywhere.  Unsubstantial images of a world we could only glimpse from afar.  Were we to have spent a hundred years there, we would still glimn only their sketched outlines.  Like interlopers of the pre-modern world, it seemed, we made suppositions and tried to give shape to the unfamiliar, the unrecognizable.  Like those hapless characters, whom we know from their journals, their novels and their dubious deeds, we stumbled along and made our own sense of it, suspecting all along that we knew nothing for certain . . . 
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 © Hugh Siegel (
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6 photo(s)
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created on 06-11-2010
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Little by little, you'll get a New Yawker's impression of that chaotic megalopolis on the other side of the globe.                               
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 © Hugh Siegel (
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9 photo(s)
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created on 29-09-2010
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A little island in the sea, where you can be you and we can be we.  Amid the clave and the guaguancó, las noches de arena, los suspiros de las sirenas.  No te vayas, chico.  Quedate con las brisas y la feliz tristeza de tu querido Puerto Rico.
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 © Hugh Siegel (
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created on 14-07-2010
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Populist Manifesto No. 1

by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

 

                Poets, come out of your closets,

Open your windows, open your doors,

You have been holed-up too long

in your closed worlds.

Come down, come down

from your Russian Hills and Telegraph Hills,

your Beacon Hills and your Chapel Hills,

your Mount Analogues and Montparnasses,

down from your foothills and mountains,

out of your teepees and domes.

The trees are still falling

and we’ll to the woods no more.

No time now for sitting in them

As man burns down his own house

to roast his pig

No more chanting Hare Krishna

while Rome burns.

San Francisco’s burning,

Mayakovsky’s Moscow’s burning

the fossil-fuels of life.

Night & the Horse approaches

eating light, heat & power,

and the clouds have trousers.

No time now for the artist to hide

above, beyond, behind the scenes,

indifferent, paring his fingernails,

refining himself out of existence.

No time now for our little literary games,

no time now for our paranoias & hypochondrias,

no time now for fear & loathing,

time now only for light & love.

We have seen the best minds of our generation

destroyed by boredom at poetry readings.

Poetry isn’t a secret society,

It isn’t a temple either.

Secret words & chants won’t do any longer.

The hour of oming is over,

the time of keening come,

a time for keening & rejoicing

over the coming end

of industrial civilization

which is bad for earth & Man.

Time now to face outward

in the full lotus position

with eyes wide open,

Time now to open your mouths

with a new open speech,

time now to communicate with all sentient beings,

All you ‘Poets of the Cities’

hung in museums including myself,

All you poet’s poets writing poetry

about poetry,

All you poetry workshop poets

in the boondock heart of America,

All you housebroken Ezra Pounds,

All you far-out freaked-out cut-up poets,

All you pre-stressed Concrete poets,

All you cunnilingual poets,

All you pay-toilet poets groaning with graffiti,

All you A-train swingers who never swing on birches,

All you masters of the sawmill haiku in the Siberias of America,

All you eyeless unrealists,

All you self-occulting supersurrealists,

All you bedroom visionaries and closet agitpropagators,

All you Groucho Marxist poets

and leisure-class Comrades

who lie around all day and talk about the workingclass proletariat,

All you Catholic anarchists of poetry,

All you Black Mountaineers of poetry,

All you Boston Brahims and Bolinas bucolics,

All you den mothers of poetry,

All you zen brothers of poetry,

All you suicide lovers of poetry,

All you hairy professors of poesie,

All you poetry reviewers

drinking the blood of the poet,

All you Poetry Police -

Where are Whitman’s wild children,

where the great voices speaking out

with a sense of sweetness and sublimity,

where the great’new vision,

the great world-view,

the high prophetic song

of the immense earth

and all that sings in it

And our relations to it -

Poets, descend

to the street of the world once more

And open your minds & eyes

with the old visual delight,

Clear your throat and speak up,

Poetry is dead, long live poetry

with terrible eyes and buffalo strength.

Don’t wait for the Revolution

or it’ll happen without you,

Stop mumbling and speak out

with a new wide-open poetry

with a new commonsensual ‘public surface’

with other subjective levels

or other subversive levels,

a tuning fork in the inner ear

to strike below the surface.

Of your own sweet Self still sing

yet utter ‘the word en-masse -

Poetry the common carrier

for the transportation of the public

to higher places

than other wheels can carry it.

Poetry still falls from the skies

into our streets still open.

They haven’t put up the barricades, yet,

the streets still alive with faces,

lovely men & women still walking there,

still lovely creatures everywhere,

in the eyes of all the secret of all

still buried there,

Whitman’s wild children still sleeping there,

Awake and walk in the open air.

 

(Lawrence Ferlinghetti, all rights reserved)

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 © Hugh Siegel (
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created on 10-06-2010
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When the happenings happen, they always happen to happen in San Francisco . . .                                              
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 © Hugh Siegel (
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created on 06-06-2010
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I'm between projects now -- working on visions of Puerto Rico and India.  But in the interim, I'll give a few impressions of one of my favorite sports -- cycling.  More specifically, these are from a cyclocross competition in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park.  The entire series was taken in about 20 minutes.  Speed counts! ;-0)
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 © Hugh Siegel (
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created on 05-11-2009
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Como los coches , luz de farola
como los gatos y las baldosas
como las tiendas y los buzones
como basura por los rincones.

Como los perros
intentando vivir
viviendo.
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 © Hugh Siegel (
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created on 18-10-2009
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Before I knew it, tens of thousands of students and old-timers had gathered in the plaza and around the museum.  Busloads of groups were being shuttled in with giant banners.  Groups of kids were chanting epithets -- and I was soon swept away in it all.
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 © Hugh Siegel (
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created on 14-10-2009
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It's hard to believe, but I didn't know that the day I went to visit Tlatlelolco was the anniversary of the massacre.  It was pure coincidence.  What are the odds?  Well, 1 in 365, I suppose.  The museum, before noon, seemed rather quiet -- though I did hear one of the staff mention that there seemed to be a number of people there that day.  But it was just a few school groups.  Nothing too out of the ordinary.

As I took in the panorama of the era and the events that shook the nation that year, I was led along through a chronology.  Student unions were formed.  Strikes took place.  Encounters with the authorities heated up.  With the Olympics scheduled to open in the fall, the government was increasingly nervous about the protests, which were taking place quite close to the Olympic Village.

Then, to my disbelief, I entered the room that focused on the massacre itself.  And wouldn't you know it?  It was that very day -- Octobver 2 -- 41 years earlier.

Naturally, I made my way up to the Plaza to see what was going on and how this day was being commemorated.  This second part of the tripartite project presents some images from the hour or so I spent there.
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 © Hugh Siegel (
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created on 11-10-2009
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Well, yesterday I posted a single shot from the march to commemorate the 41st anniversary of the massacre of university students in the plaza of Tlatelolco.  While that photo was soundly ignored for some reason (and it's a really good one that I'm going to put up on my wall, so go figure), I am now going to go back to earlier in the day to my visit to the museum.

This will be three "projects" actually.  One in the museum.  One in the plaza.  And one in the march.

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 © Hugh Siegel (
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created on 07-10-2009
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Okay, well, I wasn't going to upload any shots from my recent trip to México until I was good and ready, but given the situation around here, special tactics are in order.  So here will be an array of random images -- only the most lovely and praiseworthy, of course -- to bide the time until I get some real projects together.  ¡Disfrútenlas!
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 © Hugh Siegel (
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created on 30-08-2009
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For the second time, I had the opportunity to make a clandestine trip to North Brother Island.   This remarkable little island in the East River is home to an abandoned hospital that was built there in the 1850s to quarantine smallpox patients.  Later, people with other contagious diseases were confined there as well.  One of the most infamous residents of this leper colony was Typhoid Mary, who was there for some 20 years before dying in the 1938.  Soon after, with the invention of penicillin, the hospital was closed.

Today, the island is a window into a lost era.  Overgrown with vegetation the buildings have fallen into decay.  The wards still contain plumbing and autopsy tables.   The walls are covered with images and notes created by the patients.  A library room, now inaccessible due to the crumbling staircases, is littered with old books.

Outside the curbs of the streets are still identifiable under the dense brush.  Fire hydrants and light posts stand as skeleton reminders that this was once a completely self-contained city within a city -- surrounded on all sides, just a few hundred meters away, by the reeling metropolis.

The island was also famous for the wreck of the General Slocum, a steamship that caught fire in 1904, killing 1000 people.  I believe it remains the worst peacetime maritime disaster in American history.

Today, the island is off limits to the public.  This is mainly because it has become of one of the principal nesting colonies of Black-crowned Night Herons.  But also because it is a dangerous place.  The buildings are decrpit and one could easily become injured.

I visited the island with a guide who must remain anonymous.  We went there in a kayak, paddling through the rather fetid and turbulent waters of the East River.  Our trip this time was somewhat rushed and I couldn't photograph all the building interiors as I'd hoped.  That will have to wait for another day.


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 © Hugh Siegel (
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created on 20-08-2009
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In the heat of the summer evening, a sign of smoke signals a city to converge and convene and converse and controvert.

This was just a random event I stumbled upon, and all I had was my lowly Casio digicam on hand to document it.


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 © Hugh Siegel (
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created on 16-08-2009
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Well, some of you will be happy to know that the jam is all gone.  So, until I make some more, I'll have to upload some street photos.  Ho hum.  ;-)

I abortedly started to upload this project a little while ago, one at a time, but I chose a not so compelling photo.

Here I go again.  All at once.

36 hours in the Berkshires, including a concert at Tanglewood.

Just some technicolor roadtrip impressions.
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 © Hugh Siegel (
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created on 12-08-2009
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Into every life a little jam must fall.  And into mine, the desire to photograph it has turned my life upside down.  But remember, you are what you jam. 
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 © Hugh Siegel (
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created on 11-08-2009
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I'm back with some home movies from my camping trip to the Berkshires.  I will jump into the shark-infested waters of PH and let you happily tear them apart.  They're just snapshots from the great outdoors.  What's photography for anyway?
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created on 21-07-2009
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Okay, well, I know that one thing they always tell writers is "write what you know." Maybe it goes for photography as well.  Since, as I've mentioned elsewhere, I'm feeling a little frustrated by my photos from foreign lands, I'm going to give another whack at some homegrown weeds.

Went down to the Siren festival at Coney Island over the weekend, riding my bike many, many clicks in some blazing hot sun.   After riding so many clicks, there was nothing left to do but click off some of my own.

Write what you know?  Well, I know New Yawk.  And I know freaks.  :)))  And one of my favorite signs at Coney Island is "Shoot the Freaks!"  (Well, I'll be damned, but I don't think I actually have a photo of that sign itself. . . but nevertheless . . . )

Here are some postcards from that inimitable palace of strange and sad nostalgia.  And, as a side note, please Mr. Mayor, do not take away from us our beloved Coney Island.  Where will us freaks go then . . . ?
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 © Hugh Siegel (
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created on 02-07-2009
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Well, I wanted to call this "No Man's Land" but "no special characters" again.  Who knew an apostrophe was a special character?  Anyway, it's not as though No Man's Land is such an original title.

These are some impressions from my day trip into the Demilitarized Zone between North and South Korea.  I found it to be an intriguing place.  Half war zone, half amusement park.  It was difficult to take it seriously in some ways, but it's clearly the fulcrum of a very serious situation.  With Seoul only about 60 km from the border, tens of millions of people are a flashpoint away from big trouble.

I happened to be there just a few days before the recent escalation of hostilities, which started concurrently with the suicide of former South Korean president Roh Moo-hyun, and the test-firing of long-rang missiles and a nuclear weapon by the North.

"Up North" is how the U.S. soldiers who patrol the South Korean side of the DMZ refer to trips they take from their base, Camp Bonifaz, up to the Joint Security Area, where a meeting house actually straddles the border between the two enemy countries.

The scene there is at once tense and quite tranquil.  After all there are very few people living there and there parts of the area that have been untouched by humans for 50 years, leaving the zone replete with wildlife found nowhere else on Earth.  The regular tourbuses and the giftshops give the place an air of a tourist attraction, but all visitors to the JSA are under close control and required to sign a release acknowledging their entry into a war zone.

Clearly there is no other place like it in the world.  I've tried to reflect my mixed impressions of the DMZ through a series of sometimes whimsical photos.  I should add that photography is prohibited more often than not while you're there, so it's difficult to be a thorough documentarian there.

My trip was run by the USO in Seoul, which, by most accounts, runs the best trip, and the most economical.  The people on the tour are all tourists or people attached to the military.  While South Koreans of every age visit the DMZ, and crawl through the infiltration tunnels and such, they are prohibited from visiting the JSA, as are citizens of a number of other countries.  It's fascinating to note that South Koreans, although a sitting duck in the sights of their aggressive other half, tend not to pay much attention to the North and the news media doesn't seem to give it much coverage.  For their part, from what everyone can tell, the North Koreans have no idea whatsoever about world events at all.


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 © Hugh Siegel (
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created on 15-06-2009
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The streets of Seoul continue to fascinate me with their mix of old and new, legible and illegible, elegance and commotion.  As a Gotham street-shooter, I fell right into familiar pace, plying this hyperactive hive of commerce, even as I had no idea at times what the hell I was I was looking at.  Less alienation this time around.  More engagement.  A little more at home on the other side of the world in this Asian analog to my hometown.
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created on 21-03-2009
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These are just some impressions of the Seoul metro -- a very efficient, modern system that is easy to navigate even if you don't speak Korean.  As a denizen of the New York City metro, I like to compare systems in other cities.  Usually they are, as Seoul's is, cleaner, more comfortable, and a lot less crazy.
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created on 12-03-2009
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This is a series I did in just a very short run through the Tuol Seng Genocide Museum in Phnom Penh.  I'm sure I haven't come up with anything original here, but I did find it a fascinating place to photograph, especially since it's so filled with photographs.  And there's something about documenting the documentation of atrocity that gets at the heart of photography's historiographic capabilities.
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created on 12-02-2009
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I arrived in Seoul with an unusual sense of alienation.  It would be hours before Grace would be finished with work.  I would be on my own.  I walked the streets myopic, unable to focus, incapable of reading, mute, bewildered, and in love with it all.
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created on 31-01-2009
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For me it was all about mystery.  The unknown and the unknowable.  A sense that the presences there were ethereal.  Specters.  Incomplete.  And I, incomplete, too, would be able to gather only a fleeting glimpse of the human element in and among the cryptic stones.
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created on 15-01-2009
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Well, I approached Angkor like a child.  Arriving at Siem Reap, my nostrils full of the kind of exoticism that first made me love traveling.  I hadn't felt it like that in a long time.  For two days, I toured the temples alone on a bicycle -- probably covering 70 kilometers -- taking photos.  I have to admit I have very little idea about what those temples stand for or their history.  It was a purely aesthetic experience.  And, not surprisingly, unreconstructed adolescent that I am, it was with children that I had the most significant rapport.  So, from one child to another, here are some of the children I met in that archeological wonderland.
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created on 11-01-2009
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Although I'm still sifting through photos of my recent trip to South Vietnam, Cambodia and Seoul, I'm eager to post, so I'll be a little ad hoc here and assume I can pull together some interesting shots of the omnipresent moto, and its humble companion, the bicycle.

For me, it was quite illuminating to see how central this basic mode of transport is to the South East Asians.

I couldn't believe some of the things I saw being pulled on motorcycles.  Probably the most amazing sight I saw in this vein (literally) -- which, unfortunately, I did not get a photo of -- was a man driving a motorcycle with a child behind him and woman behind the child.  The woman -- either relative or nurse -- was holding an IV drip bottle above her head, which was attached to the arm of the child as they weaved through the streets of Phnom Penh.

I'm sure you Asia vets have seen it all before, but for me, two-wheeled life had my head turning constantly.
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created on 14-12-2008
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A meander through San Francisco on the occasion of Thanksgiving.  Let's all give thanks for lovely cities and their generous loan of images to our hungry eyes.
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created on 25-10-2008
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If I was president,
I'd get elected on Friday,
Assasinated on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday,
Go back to work on Monday,
--Wyclef Jean


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Before it drifts too far into the past -- drifts at the speed of light -- I'll offer here a few glowing scenes from Ground Zero on the 7th anniversary of the attacks.  All these were taken in an hour or two long after the formal cermonies of the day had been replaced by the spectres and spectacle of the night.
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I'll give it that old Big Apple try.

(Cause if I can make it there . . .)

 Just catching the New York look, the Gotham glance, the pause in the madness, the age-old pursuit of the streetwalker . . .
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 © Hugh Siegel (
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created on 30-06-2008
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Point your brollies skyward, New York.
A soaking lies in wait.
Electrify yourself with lightning,
Feel thunder reverberate.
Discard your picnic plans,
your garden grand,
your wedding date.
Make a stand, and
Resign yourself to fate.
Walk between the raindrops, Gotham.
Welcome to the Umpire State.
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 © Hugh Siegel (
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"Estoy tan enamorado
de la Negra Tomasa,
que cuando se va de casa
que triste me pongo.

Ay, ay, ay,
esa negra linda
que me hecho bilongo

Quiquiri Bou, Mandinga . . . "


Just a short dance through East Harlem -- a few hours of the afternoon of June 7, 2008 -- swept up in the celebration of Puerto Rico Day.

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created on 28-05-2008
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There are ghosts in the machine.  Commuters, renegades, spirits, perambulators.  The desperate, the lost, the hoping, the hopping.  They move like moles through tunnels of light and dark.  They are photons made of flesh and salt.  They stand alone and they stand together, alone.  They are the demiurges.  And they are the demisurges.  Life and lunacy, underground.
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