There's something uncannily familiar about watching mist roll over the tea plantations of Malaysia's Cameron Highlands that takes me straight back to the Scottish glens of my youth. Perhaps that's why...
Standing atop Gunung Brinchang with the morning mist swirling around me, I couldn't help but think how this highland paradise was the perfect antidote to Darwin's relentless heat. Malaysia's Cameron H...
After fifteen years of globe-trotting from the misty Scottish Highlands to remote Pacific villages, I've developed a knack for peeling back the tourist veneer of any destination. When my machine learn...
There's something oddly familiar about standing at the banks of the Blackstone River in Pawtucket. As someone who's spent years examining how technology transforms societies, I couldn't help but feel...
There's something quite familiar about mill towns that bridges continents. Standing on the banks of the Blackstone River, watching the autumn light play across the red brick facades of Woonsocket's hi...