The alleys of the old city, Meknes, Morocco.
Old city of Meknes, Morocco.
Mosque in Fes, Morocco
Friends of the Open Road, Youth Hostel, Meknes, Morocco.
From Rabat Kasbah, Morocco
Fields surrounding Rabat near Chellah Ruins.
Moroccans strolling through the gardens of the Chellah Ruins.
Women offering boiled eggs to the eels in the ancient pool to ensure fertility and an easy childbirth. Chellah Ruins, near Rabat, Morocco.
Women talking outside of Restaurant del la Liberation in the old medina of Rabat, Morocco.
Motorcycle market in Rabat, Morocco.
Gate to the medina in Casablanca, Morocco.
Rabat city walls.
Moroccan couple courting at Chellah Ruins, outside of Rabat, Morocco.
Path through the gardens of Chellah.
African man taking a rest from planting. Outside of Rabat, Morocco.
Mira posing with her cousin in New York city.
The open fields and orchard of Upstate, NY; the land where I was raised.
Sitting with my long lost brethern in a park in Hangzhou, China.
Friends from Santiago, Chile.
Climbing Mountains.
Chinatown, Philadelphia.
Chinatown, Philadelphia.
Philadelphia, USA.
Caldera, Chile 2002
Otavalo, Ecuador 2000
At the equator, Ecuador 2000
India 2005
Stubbs in Laos, 2005
Oogi at Golden Gobi guesthouse.
Chinese street scene/
Mongolian country side.
Chinese market.
Chinese street scene.
Mongolian sign board. Telling it the way it is.
Lauren Everyly (www.loreneverly.org).
Belgian friend in Mongolia.
Train companion. Mother of the girl that wanted to marry Loren.
Inner Mongolian dinosaur pile.
The Gobi desert at dusk.
A part Chinese, Southeast Asian, Mongolian, and French traveller concentrating in the Golden Gobi Guest-house in Ulaanbaatar. She thinks that camels are the stupidest looking animals on the planet and often falls off of them. 
Mongolian provincial street scene, Ulaanbaatar.
Shady looking Thai club in Beijing.
Opening to a Beijing side ally. There are little communities all over the city that are closed behind such gates. I would like to explore inside many of them but, as they are private areas, my intrusions would probably not be warranted- especially since Beijing is a major city that has many, many foreigners walking through the streets; sticking cameras in people's faces.
Placard on a rail car of the Trans-Siberian Express.
Photographs from the Bylakuppe Tibetan Refugee camp in Southern India. Monks debating loudly, refugee school children, tanka paintings, and a cat living on a woman's back. Article about my conversations with the refugees at http://waderucksack.blogspot.com/ .
