…last night I decided to leave the bar and wander around the city for a couple of hours by myself… from like 11:30 PM to 1:30 AM… to take pictures. 24 hours in Malaysia. Literally one day of my life – so relatively short when I think of all of the days I’ve spent sitting alone in my apartment, doing nothing; I decided to get the most out of my night by walking around to take pictures of the city and talk to people. I had a lot of fun and always felt safe. I talked to a bunch of food hawkers.

They were all outgoing and very happy for me to take their picture. One set of four brothers even let me walk behind the counter. They showed me how they cook, gave me a live demonstration [& even let me cook with them!]. Others were also very outgoing with me. It’s always encouraging to see how open and willing people are to let you into their lives when you show a little interest in what they do and who they are.

I also go to take some pictures of some teenagers on bikes. They were quite friendly, even “hammed it up” when I talked to them. Later I saw them all trying to sneak into a club... clearly, they were all underage. It’s funny what you can see, when you take the time to look.”

“At least for one night I really felt I had gotten a sense of one street in Kuala Lumpur; it’s rhythm so to speak. It’s interesting how every street in the world has the same type of “ebb & flow” to it. How many nights have I spent out on streets just like this one in different cities trying to capture their feel? From New Orleans to Washington, D.C. From London to San Juan?”

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