Almost dinner time, near Lake Victoria, Kenya.
Moored on the Danube, Budapest.
A summer afternoon break on the edge of the Old Town Square, Prague.
A cell in a barracks at Birkenau, part of the Aushwitz complex. The washed-out window represents escape to me; or, perhaps, salvation.
A seemingly dreary motel room in Furnace Creek, is a great inspiration to me because it represents exploration and discovery, on the road. Death Valley N.P.