• We were returning from the TelefériQo cable car (more on that in a separate post) and our taxi dropped us off 3 blocks from our hotel. The driver apologized profusely and told us that the streets were completely blocked because of the Mardi Gras procession.

    As we started to make our way back to the hotel, we ran into a massive crowd of people, dancing, laughing, and spraying each other with foam.

    During Mardi Gras in Ecuador, the tradition of throwing foam (espuma) stems from a long history of festive play and ritualistic celebrations. Carnaval in Ecuador, like in many Latin American countries, blends pre-Columbian and Catholic influences. Before the arrival of the Spanish, Indigenous communities held ceremonies involving water as a symbol of purification and renewal, which later merged with European Carnival traditions brought by colonizers. Over time, these festivities evolved into citywide events where people engaged in playful battles, originally using water, flour, and even eggs to celebrate the chaotic spirit of the holiday. The modern use of foam represents a continuation of this tradition, transforming earlier practices into a more contemporary and widely embraced custom.

  • Rainy day in Pittsburgh. Shot with a Leica CL + Voightlander 40 mm f/1.4. Ilford XP2. Pittsburgh, Strip District + Polish Hill.

  • From my photography archives – my grandmother spending time with her great-grandkids. These photos were nine years ago, around her 94th birthday.

  • I rarely post anything personal on social media, but I think that this time I will break my own rule. My grandmother Olga passed away last week at the age of almost 103. She would have turned 103 on July 15, 2024. She was an absolutely amazing woman, fiercely independent. She survived the Holocaust, World War II, evacuation to Vorkuta, and all the hardships that the USSR threw at her and her family. I’ve been scouring my photo archive for photographs of my grandmother. This short series is from August of 2018 – she was playing cards with my daughter Daniella.

  • Along the highway from Dakar to St. Louis, Senegal.

  • “The island of Gorée lies off the coast of Senegal, opposite Dakar. From the 15th to the 19th century, it was the largest slave-trading centre on the African coast. Ruled in succession by the Portuguese, Dutch, English and French, its architecture is characterized by the contrast between the grim slave-quarters and the elegant houses of the slave traders. Today it continues to serve as a reminder of human exploitation and as a sanctuary for reconciliation.” https://whc.unesco.org/en/list/26/

  • I was driving home, and as I was turning onto my street, I saw this image. I rolled down my window and managed to shoot two frames before the girl moved away.