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Rome Wasn’t Built in a Day

We’ve all heard the saying “Rome Wasn’t Built in a Day.”
Well, I had to go to Greece (yes, Greece) this past fall to discover
how true this still is, and how it related to finishing my book.
Why Greece? The original concept of Beauty began there.
My goal has always been To Bring Beauty to Humanity and Humanity to Beauty.

The Mystery of Kohl

Egypt 3500 BC to the present

As I revisit the photographs I took of the tailor’s family for my upcoming book, Modern Nomad: Into the Heart of the Silk Road, Afghanistan 1977, kohl captivated my imagination, since all the women of the tailor’s family wore kohl, including the baby (photo above.) The ancient “eyeliner” was used as medicine, beauty, and for protection against the “evil eye.”  I had to know more….READ MORE

The Evolving Tale

Camel Christmas Card, Afghanistan 1977

The evolving tale of Modern Nomad: Into the Silk Road, Afghanistan 1977

Recently I’ve discovered that the world of self-publishing can become like a Camel Caravan headed out into the vast unknown, with constantly shifting sands of possibilities. It is a fascinating adventure, but no small feat. Though not quite to the point of becoming a Marco Polo of self-publishing, I’m deep into exploring this new and wonderful terrain and am excited by what’s to come.READ MORE

Modern Nomad, Into the Heart of the Silk Road

I am excited to share with you pre-publication news about my upcoming book of photographs and stories, Modern Nomad: Into the Heart of the Silk Road, Afghanistan 1977. It traces my footsteps to Afghanistan and how the journey began, wonderful meetings with Afghan people—from sophisticated to tribal—as well as my ventures into “forbidden” territories on the outskirts of Kabul and how I was protected by good fortune.