In 2008, I traveled to South Africa to document the xenophobic violence erupting around the country. The threat of terror displaced thousands of refugees living in SA from devastated neighboring African nations. The somber faces and helpless stories from many of these survivors follow me today.

In the northern regions of Vietnam, the Black Hmong people have carved out a beautiful, joyous and humbling existence in the rice paddy fields and rocky hillsides of Sapa. In the Fall of 2014, they invited me into their homes. 

Cambodia is a country in a silent remembrance of recent atrocities, but painted with a vibrant past that radiates today. In the fall of 2014, I experienced a cultural canvas so bright with beautiful relics and welcoming locals that the evils of the Pol Pot and Khmer Rogue era seemed almost muted. 

In Mongolia, it's bad luck to ask a driver, "How long until we get there?" It's never a measure of time--only a distance to be traveled. There are too many variables in Mongolia: wayward livestock linger roadside; potholes rival patches of smooth pavement; road hazards abound. It's always about the journey as much as it is the destination. The vast and varied landscapes seem never-ending. It's an endless dreamscape that nomadic families inhabit in a wondrous and fleeting existence. For a week in May 2017, I traveled an uncertain road leading to a certain kind of unique beauty in central Mongolia.