With two of my precocious students, sisters Tereza and Bara Balatkovy, I decided to do a photojournalism project in the style of Humans of New York. This is the second installment. We walked around Liberec and Bara interviewed strangers on the street about memorable moments in their lives and Tereza photographed them during the interview. … Continue reading Humans of Liberec Part II
A perfect day in the mountains of Bedřichov.
With two of my precocious students, sisters Tereza and Bara Balatkovi, I decided to do a photojournalism project in the style of Humans of New York. We walked around Liberec and Bara interviewed strangers on the street about memorable moments in their lives and Tereza photographed them during the interview. Both sisters helped to translate, … Continue reading Humans of Liberec
The ice cracks and winter lifts its veil with a swift flick of the wrist and a giant game of Tetris reveals Nature’s sacred geometry Led dispersed, disarmed, clinks in a glass made of storms and the things no one wants while they are frozen in time, powerless, preserved as stagnant as they were It … Continue reading The Ice Cracks and Winter Lifts Its Veil
As I skip around the globe teaching English, one of my favorite traditions is coordinating a pen pal program between the Soulshine kids in Atlanta, Georgia and my international ESL students. As a child, I remember writing to my pen pal in Hawaii and being ecstatic every time I found a new letter for me in the mailbox. Now, … Continue reading Pen Pals: Dear America, From the Czech Republic
"Barcelona's got swagger," was the first thing my sister said to me as we maneuvered our suitcases through the skateboarding ballet in Universitat Square. It was December, but the energy in Catalan's capital was as energetic as early spring. People didn't walk, they bounced. They didn't skate, they glided through crowds, on staircases, and across streets. This city is glued … Continue reading Chasing Insouciance and Skate Spots
Amsterdam is a strange and wonderful city. It’s a juxtaposition of dark and light. It’s vibrant and torpid and chaotic and organized and clean and seedy. But it's all of these things because it’s transparent. You can decide what you want to see. On one street, crimson lights line the windows and illuminate moving pictures of apathetic prostitutes. … Continue reading When in Amsterdam