Tern, dive bombs
After the hassle of U.S. immigration, it's nice to know there
are places where immigration is a piece of cake. By the way, there
is no yellow line.
A Tobacco Store 'closed' sign in Bellflower, California.
A bumpersticker at the parking lot, Hoh Rainforest, Olympic Peninsula, Washington
Somewhere on the California-Oregon border, Highway 395.
Las Vegas is the capital of trashy strip malls. But this is my favorite.
There is both texture and humor in the modern American landscape, you just
have to look for it. Reno-Carson area.
More from the Reno-Carson area
A t-shirt sold in New Orleans months after the hurricane.
This is the most intact home we found at Port Sulphur, Louisiana, after Hurricane Katrina.
It landed on top of a car.
I was the only guest at a hotel that was so empty, even the hotel management
left town and left the hotel keys for me in the room.
The Palos Verdes Whale Census watches and counts whales for six months of the year,
sunrise to sunset.
I shot this van after walking in the woods at the Minnesota Valley National Wildlife Refuge.
Something about an orange van in the woods creeps me out.
On Nicaragua's Pacific coast, insects - some gigantic - come out in droves after
the sun goes down. I have an insane fear of bugs. But when Jane and I
found this scorpion eating a katydid, we were enthralled with it and spent minutes
photographing it.
This sign in Southeast Portland reminds me of the website Engrish.com
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