photos of dante’s chinese gridlock

I spent an hour and a half sitting in the back of a taxi Saturday afternoon. It wasn’t by choice. The entire trip should have taken 30 minutes. I found myself mired a mile from home, watching the meter click over every three minutes, adding more jiao to my fare. Why? Three lanes of traffic had been reduced to one. There were no warning signs for motorists, just a traffic snarl akin to the gridlocks found in one of Dante’s circles of hell (if a modern version was written).

I did what any photographer would do: Pulled out my axe and tried to amuse myself. Shooting photos from the back of a taxi isn’t easy. What did I see? Continue reading “photos of dante’s chinese gridlock”