Expressions of Trees 16
Trees have lives. As time passes and their living conditions alter, they will response in a different way. It is worthy to spend some time to have a closer look to them, whether it is wildly grown, planted in a park, in the rural, or in the urban, to study the messages they are conveying […]
Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 2 – Night Lights
When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]
Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 3 – Neon Wheels
When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]
Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 7 – Grass Lightning
When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]
Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 8 – Entrance to Nowhere
When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]
Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 9 – Can You Hear Me
When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]
Urban Jungle
The urdan jungle of Hong Kong under an IR72 filter.
Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 10 – Empty Booth
When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]
Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 11 – Bombs Away
When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]
Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 12 – Party Time
When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]
Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 13 – Surplus Nothing
When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]
Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 14 – Plus is a Minus
When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]
